a bad check…

considered praying
for god to shield you from harm
but my account’s closed
due to insufficient funds
guess this time you’re on your own

 

clinging to existence …

he
was
curled
into
a ball
lying
at
the feet
of
death
crying out
for
a god
he
didn’t believe in
nor
had considered
until
his lungs
would not fill
with air
and
a drowning feeling
firmly grasped
his body
submerged
in despair
he recalled
when breathing
was
so
simple
no thinking
required
but now
each
breath
struggled
to
lift
the weight
of
death
from
his chest
no
moments
of
life passing
before
his eyes
just
a pounding heart
sweat
without
sweating
the anxiety
of
death
and
empty promises
of
tomorrow
then
suddenly
it
was
over

 

your search did not return any results…

open your prayer book
find that one gospel that says
that a man’s above
any of god’s laws and can
command the faithful to meet

 

not that i’m complaining…

now lord
i don’t want you
to take this
the wrong way
but
as they say
this growing old
ain’t
all it’s
cracked up to be
you see
here i am
with the woman
of
my dreams
and
hours upon hours
to be
with her
thanks to covid-19
but
there
appears to be
some
fine print
constraints
that
you
placed in
the
longevity contract
that
has made me
seriously
regret
those early years
of
abstinence

 

the book of dying 1:1…

when death came men cried aloud
where is god god spoke not
so men denied that death comes
drinking and eating but death came

 

no questions please…

the tomb’s been sealed tight
politics over god’s son
money’s to be made
cadillacs to be paid for
so now preachers prefer cash
they prefer trump’s cash
over heavenly rewards
so when they’re preaching
they prefer you just listen
as if trapped in a sealed tomb

 

don’t shoot the messenger…

lord
someone
needs to repent
i’m
not sure
who
but
given
how things
are
going
i’m
certain
you’re pissed off
about
something
now
i know
you’re divine
and
all knowing
and
such
but
could
i make
a small
suggestion
and
please don’t
put me
in the same
category
as
uzzah
but
since
none of us
have
touched
the ark
couldn’t
you just
strike down
those
who’ve
got their fingerprints
all
over
the golden pot

 

televangelists…

corpse evangelists
cannibals of god
feasting
on
the souls
of
their flock
using
the bound word
for
searing
the flesh
of
unborn children
to
solicit
silver coins
coins
used
fill their
private
martini glasses

 

bedtime story…

shards of metal
vaporized
olive oil
mixed
with
powdered concrete
all
in a burst
of
light
salty red taste
in
the mouth
the weight
of
a hundred men
on
the spine
gasping
for
air
prayers
to
that
merciful
god

 

once again three…

before the old man
stood
three altars
on
each altar
was
an offering
to the right
were
the crushed bodies
of
parents’ children
given
to a nation’s pride
to
the left
were prayer flags
and
written prayers
offerings
to
man’s creation
of
god
the center altar
seemed empty
but
it was said
that
it held
the souls
of
believers
offerings
to
an unseen god
offerings
of
a lifetime
with
no visible reward
for
the sacrifice made
only
what the heart
has lead
them
to offer
service
to
those
in need