Sunday, May 3, 2009

God is an Astronaut

God on all fours. Satan stumbles softly now. With black wings on the thirsty wind. Moments. Maybe less. Scorn the appetites of certain deities. Little Jesus in his creaking crib. Cries the flesh of man. Foul blanket smothers the soul.

God with three legs. Limps. Collar loose. Leash singing. Tied to a post. So far from the house. Where life happens. People forget. How close the apple is.

Stray gods. On the backporch. Sniff the meat. Of discarded women. Mothers. Whores. Children. Swimming in each other's nightgowns. Between the sheets of this broken nirvana.

No priests. No baptisms. No gifts. For fallen angels. Black with betrayal.

God is an astronaut in a broken spaceship. Searching for life anywhere he can find it.

* God was an astronaut is originally from the Tabitha's Seret song "Jesus Was An Alien".

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