Six Day Creation

9/22/90

Nothing left to

believe in but my

worn gym shoes

Take me anywhere –

god’s country

But I can’t believe

in god anymore,

my gym shoes are

worn and dirty

my feet are tired

I want to settle

down but god won’t

let me,

Your body is

warm, ~~it’s tired~~

but it’s tired like

the sun burn for

a billion years

I can’t touch it

It’s too far away

God won’t let me,

but I can look I can

watch that’s my subversion

Fuck all gods I can’t

touch you, but you

are flesh he’s a myth

Fuck all gods

you are warm

but you are tired

Your body’s warm

but dry, your skin

like the sand I can

only imagine, your

meat like flesh like

God, but I can’t believe

Fuck faith

you are warm and

dry, smell like

sand and, never sweet

are god’s men –

But you must taste

like I can’t imagine

God

You must taste like

six-day creation,

I can’t believe!

my sneakers are

tired and worn

and you are warm

and dry.