God Caps

First the god caps 

were birthed and

protruded from the wealthy soil

and with a glass of OJ,

I ate them.

atop bulbous chunks of 

green hillside, I watched 

the dissolution of night and day.  

The blues and greens alluding

to the ancient constellations 

and the present day hallucinations.

I was once lost and blind

but the contents of this 

zip-locked bag contain

that sweet, ephemeral dilation 

of thine third eye

rustic, capitalist store fronts

exploiting and peddling,

stand as nothing but brick and brimstone

reduced to their essential glory

not as cold monuments of American avarice

but as great big statue of liberty-esque triumphs

reaching up and supplicating

towards God’s expectant eyes.