Thursday, January 8, 2009

God's night to cook

God tripped over my pillow last night,
tiptoeing out of the room.

He apologized for waking me,
said he'd gotten high
just watching me sleep.

I shushed him,
and told him to leave before he woke my roommate,
but he had to have that one last kiss.

Our lips met,
and it was a divine conflagration.
Now I am a happy ash,
floating on the wind --

Guess it was his night to cook!

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