god swallowed a star
and juggled
twelve shimmering moons
perfect angels
painted the sky pink
and winged messengers
breathed blue
into the oceans
i
am a stone
yet unturned
i wrote of you............and of me
i wrote.........of us
and found our story
not in the words
but in the structure
we are a run on sentence
flush with literary license
filled with undotted i's
and uncrossed t's
a chapter less story
a book without bind
a tale of two
whose ending
is conspicuously absent
i see things
with eyes tinted blue
i find solace in scarecrows
and gods in the gutter
i pray on tuesdays
to remember forgotten promises
and drink of virtue
only after midnight
choices are black and gray
the sinner seldom finds redemption
the innocent
lives a life of white
i dream of gold rings
and grasping salvation with my last breath
i sought the truth
and found the truth was just an anti-lie
that i was god
and god was smiling
smiling from the catatonic sky
Note: god #23 and god#209 were previously published in Pierian Springs.