chris died for our sins

bloviate, bee, big bottomed anarchists 

he died for our sins did chris

at least he would, if we asked

purple and green sweetie hills and a puddle of rust 

the life chameleonic, commodified, in crisis 

for the third 13th and final time, 

k imparts her counsel and i’m not cured

but tearful and reflective. i think she liked me after all

i was out for a bike ride and a pal was categorising the types of person that lived in various parts of town. he liked merchant city, where the gay people go. not as interested in the yummy mummies of hindland, or the big bottomed anarchists of govanhill.

which reminded me of the chris died for our sins sign on the church on victoria road. it was lit up at night but not the t. i used to go past on the bus home from university. usually asleep.