FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

his eyes speak
of mistrust

even to God
and he speaks:

"i take care of
myself

I do not trust
God

if i do not watch
carefully

upon crossing a
street

after visiting and
praying in the church

i can be hit by
a crazy car and
be crushed"

how i wish
i can put
blasphemy in
art form
and still be
appreciated for
it,

but blasphemy is
blasphemy

and God is God
and nothing else

and it is in Him,
through Him and
with Him

i shiver to his
thoughts
i drink four bottles
of beer
and being tipsy
i tell him
i wanna go
home
i just wanna
go home....

to kneel and
pray

poetry is
too
asking forgiveness
for the
arrogance of
another.

dear God....