God is dodgy, always has been,
he’s looming down from the shining
lights of an empty baseball field at night
but I’m not a fan of baseball.
God is inattentive,
he’s redefining himself every time he
comes out with a new record like he thinks he’s
Prince or worse David Bowie.
God, I will say, is always there in Coltrane
between the notes but it is so hard to listen between
the notes, it’s so hard to understand that
listening is hearing what we’re not saying.
That’s a weird choice that God made.
And these cells,
these cells here all over America
where we’re detaining humans like we’re God
but more so we’re detaining God,
and God does nothing,
all he does is sit there and say how this is
our folly, and these men who make these choices
are full of fear and they think it’s God.
It’s a poor choice that God puts on his makeup
like he is trying to look like fear,
and again that is just simply not true,
it’s us and God’s not anywhere in any of this.
Meanwhile, people are unwell unseen
and it is more than just a lack of listening
that I cannot speak to them,
because I’m too busy wetting these rags,
trying to smear the fear off of God’s face,
and I just seem to be taking everything off with it.
Thank you!