WHY I’M HERE

Harry Houdini came to me in a dream
and he said, “I’m not Harry Houdini.
I’m really Jesus Christ”
but I didn’t believe him.

“You were a magic man,” I said,

“Why wouldn’t you be pretending to be Jesus?”

“I’m not fucking Rich Little,” Harry said.

“That’s a good thing. He’s still alive,” I replied.

“And why wouldn’t I come to a Christian,
if I were pretending to be Jesus?”

“So this proves you’re JC, I suppose?”

“Why not?”

It was good enough for me.
“So what’s up, Dream Jesus?” asked I.

His answer was short and to the point:
“Tell the people about what I said.”

“But… you haven’t said anything!” I complained
but he was already gone.

So here I am
on the streets
prosletyzing to the people
with words I don’t understand
because there’s nothing to them.

I wonder, really,
if it wasn’t Rich Little after all…