Oh, God’s up there!
He’s asleep at the wheel,
but He’s up there.
We argue about who’s screwing it all up,
me or Him.
I say it’s Him.
Oh, God’s up there!
He’s asleep at the wheel,
but He’s up there.
We argue about who’s screwing it all up,
me or Him.
I say it’s Him.
When you’re loving, you’re happy,
and when you’re not
you’re not
Was he actually reading
the things we gave him?
Could he still read?
He shouldn’t be driving,
that was clear.
She mashed the kale
into the pot,
and steam rose,
sucked by the vent.
Rocks and pools and
the weather they make.
No one else knows.
Are self-evidently, irresistibly
superior
and thus will prevail