“and now it’s all... This!”  / John Lennon

The first installation:

1.

Christ, it's late.

I’m looking into gimmicks for a leg-up ––
a jumpstart.

Better to be more like Picasso

having fun painting bullfights on dinner-plates

with Bardot breathing down his neck.

2.

Morning, and the guy from “Saladmaster”

who beats-up on regular pans shows-up unannounced at the door.

He tells me of his idea to incorporate

the "whack-a-pan" gimmick into the sales-pitch.

I kicked his ass out.

The second installation.

A revisionist's catechism:
1.
The slow-roving Rabbi ran fast into bad timing.
That's why they killed him.

Sure, the guy was largely maniacal and probably misunderstood, but
I'm listing "bad timing" as the immediate cause of the Nazarene's death.

You bring a guy back from the dead four days beyond the fact

in the middle of the desert among an audience of scorpions and lizards?

I submit for the prosecution's consideration the charge against the Galilean:

Bad timing!

2.

Finale:

Imagine waking-up in the morning on the outskirts of a muddled consciousness.
Now imagine yourself capable of bringing them back from the dead.