Friday, October 2, 2015

Blathering Rodents

 What if we are like rats to god squeaking
 believing that in our blithering patter we are conveying an exchange,
but our squall of noise is buffered into a horde of nonsense
scrunched between whiskers and flatulent ass cheeks trumpeting doom? 

The envisioned face so high and mighty imbued with
intelligence, wisdom, benevolence, and concern is
but obliviousness embodied into a projected figure
of our ego mounted their like an inanimate taxidermist’s work. 

Christian white god of non-color ,
Muslim black god of color
so it is we attempt to paint the sky
as if the boundary is upon us.  


Squeak, squeak!

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