no-one washes or kisses the bleeding  feet of the Jesus of Palo Alto
his lower legs are swollen beyond belief

he sits speared by poverty outside mervyns
in a pool of his own body fluids
mary magdalen must have been  too busy checking out the sale items
- 25% of selected designer labels -
besides the raven haired man from the living Diego Rivera mural 
is  from the wrong tribe
and is  medically uninsured
no-one genuflected before this labor day passion on the camino real
all the same the guy could  be suffering for everybody
a shopping mall messiah or empath
as the whole country is up against the fucking elements now
assailed at every turn by low pressure systems and corrosive media cycles
at the micro level
we're all particle colliders          
wearing away and hormonally ageing into oblivion
and at the macro level
lost to the angry talk radio static , machiavelian promises from the political elite
and of course the subliminal get rich quick schemes
broadcasting non stop from a hundred millon electronic devices in a universe of dark energy
ensuring that consciousness revolves around the material
rather than ever contemplates
that the material may be- just some of the time - a by product of consciousness