if jesus was here would he be smoking weed

It's sort of late and I'm don't write critiques regularly enough to consider myself good enough at them but I'll try. You might want to ignore the star ratings or take them with a pinch of salt because I don't think they're a valid way to assess a poem, personally.

The whole structure of the first verse is like fragments and gives me the feeling of peeping between cracks in doors or through gaps in curtains but never really entering a room or looking out of a window. The repetition of 'back to' makes it almost lyrical, but not in a musical way, more in a poetic way, if that makes sense. The words roll around my head a little.
Beginning the poem with 'and' is your signature thing and it works here, giving a really abrupt sort of start to the whole thing (which I feel just gives it a harder impact.)
I like the imagery in the first verse, it's all religious but not about faith or even belief- it's about power. And it's done very subtly.

The second verse is emphasized by the italics and the line breaks make it feel, to me, like something said either in footnotes, or as afterthoughts. It seems to provide some sort of explanation or context for the first verse- to sort of justify the ideas and concepts mentioned before. I personally like this verse a lot- it has a certain blunt honesty (pardon the pun, purely unintentional) to it that appeals to me- a sort of sincerity and truth that cannot be ignored. It makes my chest ache in the best way.

I like the third verse and how it seems to continue off the first rather than the second. The imagery intrigues me. Since I'm not a Christian I might be missing some implications of this but it still strikes a chord somewhere. I like how the fires are connected to the high and to the act of smoking weed; not to faith or belief but to a delusion caused by chemicals in our bloodstream.

The formatting there is something that truly emphasizes and hits home for me, the way you've written '(high)' so that it's smaller, and it's in brackets- like something no-one really wants to say that needs to be admitted, anyway.

The last part is the real literary punch to the gut. There's nothing noble or dignified about the yearning for more- it's just a desire, a craving. Nothing enlightened or sophisticated or even useful and helpful to our existence. Learning to forget and forgetting to learn is a very interesting choice of words and says more in what it does not say. There's a slightly ominous feel to it, or maybe that's just me.

The title intrigues me a fair amount, too. It's not a statement, but a question. You're asking whether if Jesus were here, he would be doing the same. So Jesus isn't here; alright. God has left us, but if he were here, would he be any better than us? what would someone as pure as a god do in a world like this? would they just resort to smoking weed and forgetting things, and as a result, not learning from these forgotten things?

I found this poem really effective, strongly worded and well written. In fact, there's nothing about it that I would advice you to change and nothing I found ambiguous or awkward. I don't have any negative feedback for you on this one- I resonate & connect too deeply with the message, perhaps? I love it too much to find fault with it.

Definitely a poem I'm going to come back and re-read a couple of times.