Saturday, 4 April 2015

Cross Religions

He spits at the idol feet of Jesus

and sleeps on the cathedral steps

waiting for God to come

and answer him Face-to-face

cos he aint got time for go-between mediators

he wants to hear from the Horse’s mouth

why only the Devil’s drink can burn his pain

in his darkest hours.

The priest told him

he must pray to Jesus for salvation.

He replied with a grubby middle finger,

‘I shit on your thou art thou!

I’d rather fly to the heavens

on Zeus’ winged stallion

to wrestle my answer from Yahweh,

than ride economy-class

on Mr. J’s damn ass!’

Published first by Blackmail Press; the first online to publish any of my work.  Forever grateful.


  1. Hi Ria, congratulations on your latest achievement. I am working for the MIT childcare center and I got the email about your achievement. I am a kind of writer and love poetry. Please keep updating your blog I will revisit to enjoy your writing. Love your poems and looking forward to reading your novel too.

  2. Hi Free Wanderer, thank you so much for your encouraging words! It means a lot that someone enjoys my work. I've posted another poem as you requested. Keep up the good and hard work (I have two daughters, so I know) at the MIT childcare centre! :)