hellsforheroes

There on the pedestal
Or smiling in a lawn chair
With a cocktail
And Jimmy Buffet or Bob Marley playing

Is god
And in those warbling hands
Sits a book
Of unreadable bantering jibber-jabber

Pertaining
To all or nothing
Some or another bull shit factor
In my life

Funny by context
God
Hopefully sardonic
And melodiously pert

To the point
That I lose
My soul
To maybe her

God
As if there was ever a question
About
Course

Willing loving
Motorboat cunnilingus
Drenched
In mercurial opium

To fall off bridges
For saints
Valentine
Paramedic emergency

As if choice exists
Because it doesnt
Ask Her
God