Poem: Stupid Faith

Stupid Faith

Fathers of serendoubtery flip the

wide universe, shred, compress,

serve it on BLTs.

This is your brain,

given for us.

Stars and quarks too

infinitous to upsell,

to venture-capitalize,

to shrink-wrap.

Actual ideas are extra-terrestrial,

aphrodisiac, cannot be made to

wear leashes and fetch tennis balls.

A tsunami makes a bare

ripple until it breaches a continent.

Open up the dish, lunar

peppercorns dance the celestial dome.

We live at the margins in the

ionized air, far from the

American hinterminds, the daily

radio script, the labcoat effigies.

The ones who deny evolution are

correct for they are not evolving.

Had breakfast with Benjamin

Franklin still grieving Tommy

Paine but fascinated by the

triple-syrup tray, the neon

lights, the waitress’s cleavage.

Life is the greatest

toy ever dreamed.

Don’t ever stop playing.

He took a bite of eggs

Benedict and nearly cried.

You could hear the

static behind his eyes,

crackling, red-hot, untethered.

                                                                                               

First published in The Journal, Cumbria, England

Photo by MJV

From the collection Fields of Satchmo, free on Amazon Kindle Jan. 3-4.