THIS IS A POEM ABOUT GOD AND TROPICAL RUM 6.4.17

6.4.17

 Soon something is coming, / / / / even now, I feel it, in the space between strangers / / / / as they grope for things to say, and drown in silences / / / / We / / / / should ask more questions / / / / like, Why we’re so open to sharing tight spaces / / / / and willing to ignore

the fumbling way humans touch in darkness? / / / / I told you once, five minutes ago, that I love you / / / / And since then nothing much has changed, except the room is spinning faster, invisible though it is lightless wonder / / / / the world spins and I feel it / / / / lying on my back, kissing lips that I can only assume belong to you / / / / Sometimes, like now, I think about God / / / / I think about God coming back to Earth in human form / / / / and me being lucky enough to insert my tongue into the Creator’s mouth / / / / and find there the acrid residue of tropical rum / / / / If, in this darkness, you are God / / / / and I am inside you, please know / / / / the desperate emptiness you feel inside is precisely what you created, from dust, from bone / / / / and we are sinners.


Written at 1:40 in the morning, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA, while becoming dangerously addicted to CHEF’S TABLE on Netflix. 

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