by Pierce Morton

Keeping Jesus in my heart
keeping heart in Judas.
Jesus waved me through, the lights
stacked dishes upon Jesus.
Man, the sleeping Jesus slow,
Ahoy Thomas creeping
up the steel wire!

Calling Jesus min ven,
dialling one then two for
stately headphone comatose
Close, the window, press escape
Unregister and leave the
Club pummel my legs
Blast them right off


[Pierce Morton is an Australian occupant, currently residing in Ireland. He is enjoying the literary world of Dublin while earning an MA in Creative Writing at University College Dublin and hopes to contribute with a blend of poetry and prose.]