Our Father,
who art in heaven,
is a god/man of juxtaposition--
He lay lion next to lamb with the same
sleight of hand that wrought
Paul out of Saul and
Eve from Adam,
and I cannot help but wonder,
when He, transcendent ether,
became concrete, donning human skin,
was it sarcasm thicker than angelic choirs?
had He, being bored by that neverending day of rest,
become jealous of Kevin Smith?
did he, too, want to make humans laugh?
or was He flirting with us,
having realized rage and worldwide floods
were not becoming of His name?
was He getting coy,
slipping that miniskirt of jesus
up His bronzed loins and
shaving the hairs of deity from
His now-contingent legs?
or perhaps He's just perverse,
making a mere burlesque show of His world,
cross-dressing incarnationally,
and selling tickets to the equally bored seraphim.
1 comment:
Of course I love it, but the words you use are thick with syllables. Any momentum you gain by the ideas and images is lost when by verbosity. Use your childlike sensibility to firm and tighten some of the lines. I think you'll find it more lyrical with less.
"was he cross-dressing incarnationally
selling tickets to the equally bored seraphim"
it's a mouthful.
beautiful, but a mouthful.
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