It was 5am and I was walking around downtown looking for a place to sleep. The Park seemed nice. I saw a friend walking around high on acid with no way of getting home. We were both pretty indifferent.
We walked by a dumpster, there was a junkie digging there. He said, "I found God." I walked over to see what the fuss was about. He was sitting in a pile of rot, smelling like a dead cunt, staring at a moldy pizza crust. There were letters strewn around, from lovers far gone.
He said, "I found God."
There he was.
I rode a bus down sleep street until they started yelling at me to get off. I walked into a school and laid down. There was a hunk of green slime where my head was. "I found God."
I woke up and studied the vanity in human knowledge, tried to find him in some words carved by crumbling bones buried far away. I left feeling frustrated. "I found God."
I was walking through the quiet villages of scorn and pity and there in the bloodshot eyes of hate, "I found God". I went to a bar alone and talked lovely with a young bird who felt like she deserved too much, an older woman who was there looking for some money and attention with bad skin. There I saw Him again. I hugged the toilet with blood mixing into my tears and could clearly see the face of God, smiling and shining and shading on me.There was all black except for the fire in a single white-red point where I could feel the engine of like stoked by the endless burning of souls.
"I found God." He was the answer to the bad dreams we live through. All the violence, pain and shame. There he sits and feels you.
