Another in my latest series featuring that ne'er-do-well God. Yum, poetry on Memorial Day. Who would have thought?
text:
god: spectacle
silver eyelets
on Spanish statues,
dear boys
in choir
open-mouthed
and gyrating
with swaths of gold
trim
adorning their
robes.
evil on a windowsill,
hammer fall and
blissful meadow ouch,
latent blue
architecture,
marvelous damsels,
and old
Idaho busted
loose.
god calls you,
he
calls!
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