May 26

“Twist on consumer”

What room is there for God in a day
wasted flipping through menus

imbibing the best and worst cues
of our mores, what space for the muse
when we rise from our corpse pose
only after mourning an afternoon lost
into bedtime whose time slots too soon?

We could stay for days drowning
out the sermons and the source
without the onus of new thought,
lie like every lost culture in the ruin
of our laughter. What room

is there for a God, in this, who
will not will us straight, nor censor
our foolhardy choices, nor look
upon our bloat and loss with scorn?

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