My Bland God
When I fashion you in my image, you're so tame.
You appreciate my perspective.
My enemies are your enemies.
There are no 10-foot waves in our relationship.
I'm never dashed to the bottom of the sea
to scrape my face and choke on sand.
I pin you down, wings immobile but twitching,
where you can't flick the earth off its course
or wail like a lover, broken by lies.
No right or wrong,
just shades of gray.
No war cries,
just refined civility.
Like porn addicts who think they know women,
I think my appetite for religious delicacies
Will be sated by you, my pocket-god.
But when razor-truth punctures my heart,
when myths explode and smoke is everywhere,
the sheer terror and joy of You
renders me stunned and undone.
When I fashion you in my image, you're so tame.
You appreciate my perspective.
My enemies are your enemies.
There are no 10-foot waves in our relationship.
I'm never dashed to the bottom of the sea
to scrape my face and choke on sand.
I pin you down, wings immobile but twitching,
where you can't flick the earth off its course
or wail like a lover, broken by lies.
No right or wrong,
just shades of gray.
No war cries,
just refined civility.
Like porn addicts who think they know women,
I think my appetite for religious delicacies
Will be sated by you, my pocket-god.
But when razor-truth punctures my heart,
when myths explode and smoke is everywhere,
the sheer terror and joy of You
renders me stunned and undone.