Blind Date

I’ve got a date with Death. He brought flowers, black roses. Metaphysically challenged (with the headgear to prove it), we sat with his entourage of dirt angels in the peanut gallery to watch the local tragedy. It was a passion play and all the audience was on edge. On stage, a crow possessed Judas. The two thieves had abstract paintings hung from their necks. A gunshot stood in for thunder. Even Death flinched, and the blow-up doll he was necking began to whiz around the room. Luckily, it was otherwise unmanned. Jesus had to get down from the cross to unwrap its legs from around his head.