If god was a potato would we love the light the shadow of sleep hangs over my mind and body chalk scratching across the board people scratching across the street ideas scratching across the internet planet scratching across the velvet-stretched sky.
If god was a princess would she have the head of a beautiful woman with the body of a cucumber the marx brothers doing mad libs with an alligator pie.
Heroic couplets dance across the floor,
Until they find their way up to the door.
And tumble out with last week's laundry.
If god was a gong who's to say freedom wouldn't ring poem scratching across the page words scratching across the madness sleep scratching across the quiet unseeing mind.















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