It all starts with a thought
then moves to a craving
but for what
steak or salmon or a salad
no none will satisfy
aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh
wings it must be
but so many choices
golden garlic
mango habenero
asian zing
sweet BBQ
carribean jerk
terriyaki
mild
wild
They all sound so good
but what would really satisfy
could it be
NNNOOOOOO
Not those
The Atomic Wings
Yes those
well just one
let me try
well I taste the barbecue
now the spices
as it goes from my mouth
to my nose
now the chicken finally
not bad
well maybe one more
it’s not so bad
a little tear never hurt
help clean my eyes as they say
two down and one more
laughter helps too
one more to go
did I even bite into it
can’t feel my tongue
or my mouth
feel numb all around
tears still flow
laughter still bellows
and all gone
No More Atomic Wings
and the cravings all gone
until next time




I’ve changed my mind. I’m not the only brother walking the fine line between neurotic and insane!
How long must I endure this body of death?
This is just a fun poem about having Atomic Wings and to describe the experience.
Fun, neurotic, and insane — they all fit!
this probably goes without saying but just in case it doesn’t, “fun, neurotic, and insane” do fit but only within the spirit-ordered life where all things find their fitness. As we know, “all things are permissible but not beneficial. It is in the ordering that most of us if not all of us have some aversion. An activity cannot be judged appropriate solely on “acceptableness” whether that acceptedleness comes from the scriptures or via consensus but by the Holy Spirit which judges aright having discerned the true intent of the heart, whether there rebellion or idolatry in the activity for a specific individual. This sounds like relativity but certainly herein must agree that the fitness of an act is determined by God whther or not that activity has been deemed appropriate by the church or not.