God Needs a Light
Transfixed to transverse in a wilting dark universe,
I caught the eye of God.
He was driving a black hearse with an overflowing change purse,
Speeding like a rushed criminal.
RUSHING his way to somewhere subliminal
He looked at me and yawned, “you bore me”, he said.
I looked at him startled as my face turned bright red.
Lord in my shame I need this ride,
Heaven is where I hope to hide.
And spend eternal bliss, like a virgins first kiss.
With angels at my side.
Then he light a cigarette and offered one to me,
I took a drag and then beseeched, the hidden cogitation of his jealousy.
We smoked until the moon had sunk,
In horizons near the seas.
As he veered on up into eternity,
Laughing, hitting on his knees.
From that point on we didn’t speak,
Just rode through clouds and sky,
Until we reached the blackest hole,
Where light must even die.
Sped on did he through vast and narrow black.
Until we reached the point of never turning back.
At last the light of heaven shined,
Within my bleeding eyes.
I looked ahead and suddenly to my surprise.
I saw myself step in a hearse, driven by a man.
With a smoke still not light held within his hand.