yet tired, wondering,
asking the moon to light the way through the
trees, carving histories, avalanching
ideas, asking to the
car, you, sitting there right next to me,
“is God a noun?”
yes, definitely.
you can’t “God” anything.
nothing is God-ish, God-er…
heads or tails, as we wait for Godot…
wait for Godot…
wait for Godot.
yes, anyway, God is a noun,
and women in porn magazines, fashion magazines, maxim-
izing their money flow (and who could blame them?)
by willingly allowing themselves to be pinned up
on a kitchen wall.


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