Phantasmagoric…
Cobalt hues in my grayscale sky
I’ve longed to fall asleep
Listening
To
A wryneck’s slumberous trill.
Morning
And her lovely daughter,
Glory,
Engage the omniscient shadow
In causal conversation
That covers all the known topics
From plastic surgeons
To
Solipsistic rain…
Their subtle whispers
Distract
My lonesomeness
My perpetual fake insomnia
This somber mood…
Leaving only room
For grandiose joy
Hymns
And the occasional prayer.
Tonight,
I’ll dance in dreams
Name my son Daystar in your honor
Clothe him in robes of scarlet
Orange, passion purple
And teach him the ways of God,
Your father.
He can be a beautiful
Modern day John the Baptist
Preparing the way for your vile successor…
I promise not to be picky…
All I want in exchange for
The sacrificing of my
My first born son
Is an eternal stay in your most
Extravagant hotel
Complete with free breakfast
And half price Tuesdays.
Three Jews and one Muslim take turns bouncing on the atheist's pogo stick…
"Batter up, Oh Great Jehovah!"
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