I’ll tell you what
God said and sat down on the universe
Opened up a beer
Put out the sun
And darkened the starlamps
By waving his knuckled bruised hands
All across the shit -stained
Eternal expanse of redundant
Poised and painted lightmap
I’ll tell you what,
If you give me a good reason not to shut this down
I’ll stay close I’ll stay behind I’ll watch everyone
I’ll listen to prayers I’ll be Santa Claus
And no more wars, no more murdered babies
And the oilslick ocean will go blue
And the skies will yield fruit
And all that’s glitter will be gold
And all that’s gold won’t yield war
And all that nasty humanity
Emanating from the poisoned apple
Won’t be an issue anymore.
I see what’s gone on here last couple of million years
And no one’s evolved
You’re all against each other
You’re doing shit ‘in the name of’
But it’s not mine—
so I’m going to put out the lights
and stir the seas
and rustle up the wind
teach you fuckers some manners
about omniscience, omnipotence, and
humanity
this planet here, this rock, this palace
It’s a frail beaten, ravaged thing
Polluted with all you pulled out of it
To make things with which to destroy it
I taught you all that,
Provided you with the raw materials
And you fashioned weapons and havoc
You manufactured greed
Lie waste upon it, to fuck and frolic
Swam in the blood of the conquered
Glassed the burning horizons for more
and after you turned what was green to dust
buried the skies and landfilled the canyons
And tied down the horizon with railroad tracks
And dotted the gunmetal skies with missile tracks
And sucked plutonium from Mother’s skin
and trampled each other
under booted foot ‘in the name of’
God sat down one day
and kicked off his sandals
exhaled and lay waste to everyone,
he made the flu a hammer to be dealt with
cracked his knuckles and burped
the roar was infinite
its tremor moved planets
and he said:
I’ll tell you what, look, see:
None of this shit matters.
Not even Me.
–2015. East of Los Angeles, CA.


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