Monday, June 27, 2016

God.

Why do I have to be drunk
to hear you?

The breeze isn't an answer.

I need concrete proof—
do you blame me?

Look at the billboards that shout smaller things than you!
What's a little fairy dust to prove you're not bogus?

Maybe you are.

Maybe I am.

Cheque please.

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