plague

The plague turned out to be

a tease

The rat had its guts eaten out

You said it reminded you

of me

You were shooting me between the thighs

with blank

eyes

God’s peeper was in the sky

dressed up like a nebula

or maybe, that’s just a celestial fart

We’re tripping & picking Daisy’s

marveling that the odds of existing

are almost zero

But kids are dying, God

Did you see that?

How all our lunatics wear crowns

How we are all in love with shiny things

instead of each other

God, this life can be so hard

& I don’t even have the worst of it, not by far

We stand on our tiptoes on the water tower

& scream “WHY?” at the sky

I wonder if our voices

ever make it up to Heaven