She left me all alone
She left me all alone
with these old bones
which I rattle together like
stones, like
tablets and memories of God
who,
leaving bones,
left me alone
with words
so I curse Him with words,
You don’t exist and
that’s the end of it,
Buster you are so out of here,
So get your robes and books and
make like a tree and
leave
and take your Bang with you
It wasn’t so Big
and there were other Bangs around
they say
in fact
They
have gone as crazy
as you.
We are such
an imperfect camera
we keep so few images
and our lens
is always fogged
our data is stored so imperfectly
that surely God
went digital a long time ago
We have no backup
for our images
and don’t record sound very well
except for the music of our voices
which we use to try to
save some data in the newer storage units
I can write things down but I cannot
cannot
cannot
make you see that look in my father’s eyes
Politics by meme
High def terror shots
everybody armed to the teeth
gun show Fridays
politics by meme
arming and dividing along
color and belief
Sunni shiite
Blue red
christian muslim jew
Do all the Gods demand blood,
and offer salvation
among the armed camps?
We’ll have a good Armegeddon
if we make it happen
Hurrah
Way to go
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If you feel
that you can’t do it
do it anyway.
If you feel
your talent to be ordinary,
play ordinary well.
If you dream,
do
and don’t ask if it’s good enough.
For whom is it good enough?
You paint the flower
and if they see the thorn
do not despair.
We are seventy percent water
and the rest,
hot air.