God I need your face in mine
sneering like a cow unchained
God I need your Wiffle bat
swinging from the depths of pain
God why won't you look at me
devilstuck and mediocre
God you never smiled on me
with your sky of Supersoakers
God I need a caravan
of penguins pecking at my feet
God I need your ire right now;
my pad could use a little heat
God you're trafficking my hips
and legs across the page
God your feet are pizza-greased
and slipping off the stage
God your tits are eagle beaks
your nostrils viper-fed
God you kind of block my view
like tears a window-wiper shed
God you smoggy pour of rum
whose teeth are dulled with rocks
God you murdered all my crows
and threw away the lock
God you spent my garnished wage
on scratch offs. What a prick.
God you didn't sign the card
when my parakeet was sick
God you're seltzer all shook up
and then defenestrated
God you time-share in the clouds,
your spa is overrated
God your wig glows red then green
a festive phosphorescence
God you play croquet with drunks
who all refuse your lessons
God you poodle shucking peas
with your pallid canines
God you lactate on my beard;
I no longer feel so leonine
God you trunk of contraband
lined with elephant spit
God you jingle like the change
my pocket cannot quit
God I'll swim your lake of fire
blue flames dancing placid
God I can't predict your moves
when we play chess on acid
God you couldn't hold a tune
if it slapped you silly
God you're hoarding all the prunes
in your apocalypse city
