God is around
the corner
watching the stock-
brokers
with Vaseline
and a boner.
God is one
of many Gods
who only ever
wanted
to feel
real.
God is on
the park bench
talking to the
pigeons
talking to the puddles
no one really
listens.
God is odd
notions of life
sprawled
out in
books
that become
paper-weights
to hold the
night stands
to the floor
in motel
rooms.
God is a good
distraction
from our fear of
death.
God is,
flip the script
on dog
eat dog
eat dog
monologues.
God is who
we blame
for murder
dancing
in a world
of mothers
and daughters
and coffin
fodder.
God is who
we blame
for birth
spit from
the dicks
of sons
and fathers
and cradle
robbers.
God is the
the most
famous author.














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Not For Sale: Fighting Human Slavery
Nicely done
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'SHARKS DON'T SLEEP' a collection of poems by Eric Hamilton.
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'SHARKS DON'T SLEEP' a collection of poems by Eric Hamilton.
I was drinking, though, I think, so I can't remember exactly my justification. It's there... just behind that haze of memory, but I know it was good.
The motel room shelves were good, but I think I liked the stock-brokers and Vaseline more. Call me biased.
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Positive Affirmation: [link]
The Crown's Jewel
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'SHARKS DON'T SLEEP' a collection of poems by Eric Hamilton.
it made me wonder.
maybe god is ... everything that is not me.
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Be careful when thou art casting out demons, thou dost not allow the casting out of the best parts of thyself.
Clarissa Pinkola Estes
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i'm sorry, i didn't know. i didn't know you had this, problem with... yelling... in my face.
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Yes, I know I misspelled 'therapeutic' in my screen name, lol.
How come they fix the bridge after someone has already fallen?
All complicated questions have an answer that is short, sweet, and often wrong.
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