“Bible Thumper”

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“Bible Thumper”

In the Fall of 1991, I met many colorful characters at Harvard Square, in Cambridge, Massachusetts. As a result, I return there quite regularly, hoping to recapture the magic of those days. One character sticks out in my mind. However, I never got his name. I simply call him the Angry Bible Thumper. Every Saturday night, he would convene just outside the Harvard Red Line T Stop, across from the Harvard Coop, and start to preach at precisely 8 o’clock PM. In addition, he would have several of his deacon warriors repeat his phrases in cadence, in hopes that it would enervate the crowd.

Whatever he did to prepare for his preaching was beyond me.  He would get so whipped up in the moment while speaking, that he would jump up and down, with spittle coming out of the corners of his mouth. He gesticulated wildly, and would make violent gestures toward the general crowd. In addition, he would verbally lambaste the crowd by chiding them with the phrase “Open your bibles, you heathen!” He also had a case of the crazy-eyes. For all intents and purposes, he spoke as a man possessed of a spirit. Oddly, after his diatribe completed, he would put on his jacket, place his hat on his head, and hand out literature to any and all takers.

Throughout his professing, he would be derided by non-believers. Atheists, skeptics, and general naysayers threw their proverbial hats into the ring to contest this man’s faith. In addition, they would leer, mock, and get intimidatingly close in hopes of riling him up even more.

In retrospect, it seems that they needed each other. They validated his energy because they embodied the worst of what he had come to expect. Conversely, he validated their energy, because he embodied the worst of what they had come to expect.

The only certainty I derived, was that I enjoyed seeing the human tragedy play out among these characters, and that I enjoyed the theater of crazy. Especially, when someone jumps up and down, with spittle coming out of their mouth, all while saying “Open your bibles, you heathen!”

Good times.


Poems · poetry

“Swallowed Harms”

“Swallowed Harms”

right here upon a heart staked hope,

I asked for help, your shoulder cold.

irksome, lonesome, per arrangement,

a perfect marriage becomes estrangement.

left to quiet room’s despair,

Atlas shrugged, and took a chair.

suffer, shame despondent moods.

harried lifelong interludes.

a simple sense surrounding charms,

regurgitating swallowed harms.

Poems · poetry

“Pity Party”

“Pity Party”

Incessant drone of failure.

You cultivate a rage within me,

for your fight is continually a fevered race to who has it worst?

You win.

I have work to do.

You vandalize my empathy.

You spit a vast vigorous venom into my face.

You win at failing and remaining in that nook.

You were destined to stay confined within your myopic view.

You deserve your pain.

Relish it.

Grow it,

It is your identity.

You were born for failure,

and you are the greatest at that, truly.


“My Anger Is Complete”

My anger is complete.
Pushing the envelope of containment.
I need to burst forth.

Emotional outbreaks are hard to contain.
Is there a Center for Rage Control?
Do men in suits come to stop the spread?
Or do others hope that the anger eats itself?

I stubbed my toe.
The rent is due.
The baby’s crying.
Too much!

Insurmountable waves of stress and uncertainty
Creep rhythmically up my spine.
Only to find a harbor for repose
Somewhere in the vast land of doubt that resides in my skull.
A universe in my head.
Systems crash.
Back to square one.
This wall that my back‘s against is hard.
Isolated from relief.
Coming undone again.
Self-loathing champion.
No one knows the trouble I’ve seen.
Not even the god of regret.

I stubbed my toe.
The rent is due.
The baby’s crying.
Too much!

Blood boiling.
Sharp points of light against my closed lids.
If I could smash your face,
I know a priest who would forgive the sin.
That’s if I were truly repentant.
But I’m not really, of course.

Can’t you see that the light is green?
I can from where I’m stuck behind you.
Foul soul, impeding progress.
Annoyance of the community.
Free us all from your interference.
Just disappear.
Turn right.

I stubbed my toe.
The rent is due.
The baby’s crying.
Too much!