to a new friend

i found god at the bottom of a
crumpled box,
wet and hands like cardboard
crying for all he'd lost.

i tossed a poem at his feet
and flowers grew like stars

----his mouth AGAPE,

and eyelids twitching,
listnin to the moan of
passing cars.

"James?", he wondered loudly.

"no.", I whispered in my head.

-I am prometheus posessed,
and chained to sainthood!
a martyr, I confessed.

-i am a child who admires all you've
ever said.
i suffer in denial, refuse myself,
betray sensation and sleep most of
the day.

-and nights i am the moon.
a lover and companion of this
dirty world we roll around on,
tired, blind believers.
my mind dances and my hands
do sin.

but i carry you within me lord.
you are my child, and your
word is my mother.

bring ease to me.

(all this i screamed inside myself, without a sound escaping the moist prison of my lips)

"James?", again he pleaded.
"If that's you my brother, please, i'm thirsty."

-but my footsteps prayed for his salvation as i walked away,
saying nothing that his ears might hear.