This Guy’s God
This guy’s god turned out to be nothing more than mere student, male,
speeding through practical jokes disguised as poetry.
This guy’s life unfolds on and between lines and words
better left unwritten.
Over zealous over confident god,
he stands facing us. Us versus him,
and the stillness is frightening.
He recites these ideas in a rhythm too familiar
and then ties it nicely together,
like a ribbon and the art of gift wrapping.
We inherit the need to take
so we accept before we know how shallow this offering is
as he pleas with us to see
how much he can give.
This guy’s god turns out to be nothing more than the essence of a man
whose heart jumped ship long before we mattered.
In a class and we have to throw it all away.
