He'd heard of fundamentalists who,
when faced with most any decision
would close their eyes, open their Bible,
and let their finger do the walking.
Their tip was divine will
on the matter.

Larry cheated, again.  What should I do?
"Jesus said...'until seventy times seven.'"
Yes, Lord.
But sometimes God plays.
We've narrowed it down to the Accord or the Jetta.  Which one?
"Thou shalt not uncover the nakedness of thy father's sister..."
Do what?

He wasn't a fundamentalist,
just a man searching for a poem's first word.
His little black journal slipped
through sleepy fingers, somehow hitting three keys.
The screen revealed creation's mirth -


  1. I love letting God guide my fingers. Somedays it's the only way to do it.

  2. Bible Roulette!!!

    Wonder how they did it before Guttenburg? Loose the scroll down a steep slope?

    Shall we send the young'ns to private school?

    "Yeah, though we walk through the shadow of the valley of death, we will fear no evil."

    Shall we be Baptists or Methodists?

    "Jesus wept"


  3. Bible-dipping. One of my favorite skilz represented in Burroughs' Running with Scissors.