I don’t understand people
who refuse the hope
that there’s a God.
I mean
any
kind of God.
It doesn’t have to be of formal conjuring.
Forget all the epistemological arguments.
At the very least there’s got to be a Something that knows more
and is more
and is more able than I.
If I thought there really were
no God at all, well…
why wouldn’t I just slit my wrists?
Look at this world
and the institutions
and the people
in it.
Live long enough and you’ll see.
It’s. Fucked. Up.
There is no one
and nothing
to trust
even if you wanted to… even if you should.
Friends fail
Lovers fail
Parents fail
Children fail
Teachers fail
Priests fail
Governments fail
Churches fail
Courts fail
Banks fail
Cops fail
Lawyers fail
Dictators fail
Wives fail
Husbands fail
Heroes fail
Psychiatrists fail
Planes fail
Cars fail
Boats fail
Elevators fail
Dogs fail
Cats don’t even fucking try
Lies
Truth
Love
Tears
Forgiveness
Heroin
Cigarettes
Bodies
Booze
Xanax
Chocolate
Computers
iPhones
Vibrators
Porn
Presidents
Protestors
Peacemakers
Poets
They
We
You
I
Fail.
So, the only thing I’ve really got going on is this hope,
this hope,
that there is a God somewhere
Who has not
Will not
Cannot
fail.
3 Comments, Comment or Ping
Love it. Favorite line: “Cats don’t even fucking try:
Really different this time. I’m so loving your poetry!
August 29th, 2013
Amen.
August 29th, 2013
Yup. That pretty much says it all. Love it. As always.
August 31st, 2013
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