they have a new god

ring! ring!

they have a new god

they built it out of plywood

and short comings

 

nailed it wirh

 

endless maybes

painted it's face

to look like a proper

 

dad

 

now they cry to it daily

begging for change

grasping for hope

 

and well,

 

sometimes it works

sometimes it doesn't

 

but the damn thing

never

talks

back.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Sam Davidson]

It might be the mood I'm in, but I reckon it's down to you being a genius; this is hilarious man, pure gold. What you've written, if I've the right to define, is a spectacular expos� of people's need to worship something and the almost business-like way they go around choosing them, like shopping for saviours.

Your one-word lines are like intrepid Viking ships, setting off into the stormy waters of What Poetry Is Meant To Be.

I said before that you revived my hope for modern poetry. I think, now, you've probably revived poetry itself!

[W.k.kortas]

All the pretty graven images...has an edge and a dark side, yet it retains the FF-issue spark of humor and touch of pure madness. Short, but impressive nonetheless.