A new kind of god
a walking body
it's owner (it owns her)
lost, without
bored, staring
confused, curious.
how do they feel?
(what is this "feel" you speak of?)
this body-punishment
damnation from the start
"Hi! I'm evil!"
They say no.
their maker smiles in secret
nods.
i shoot them-
their smiles, their souls, their dream
and yet we are so still so different
They drift into a different kind of permanence
the waiting continues.
wondering and hardly traceable
(my outlines are gone, you know)
I cannot move, melted into the scenery
stumbling, drunken, down the road in the night
dying? different? Wouldn't know.
A torn out heart rots in your closet
a gift angrily and willingly given
you'll find it someday
Maybe someone will figure out how to use it
the closest manual i could find was
"F--- love for dummies"
If this deity, so respected, is good
then you can call me wicked.
They say no.
i shake my head
God and I share a glance and a secret.
fearsome and unmoving
scaling their chain link
i seek out those without denial
is it any wonder, then, that i tell you to shut up and
leave me the hell alone?
there must be an alternate
searching, finding, losing, gone
Thank a new kind of god.
