Saturday, July 21, 2018

Oh, God.

playing a game of chess with God
only lost abandoned

that mysterious God who knocks on my door every afternoon
to drink mate with me

He never talks about himself.
But I tell him my problems my delusions my impossible loves my everything

Then he leaves and I'm left to think about how much time I've wasted.
How many blocks have I thrown down the road

It's already late and I'm coming to bed imagining a better future.
Far from that unchanging God who knows only of sorrows, delusions and losses

Sometimes I think and wish I was like Him
So I don't get carried away by the shadow of your scent.


Post a Comment

<< Home