fiction and poetry by alex branson

Sunday, February 28, 2010

avatars

meher baba was jealous of lsd
because it could do in a few moments
what he had tricked his brain to do over the course of his own life
but who am i to judge
if a man becomes jealous of a drug
he is only human
and who cares where we find god
if he is in a pill or an abyss or an infinite light
I found my god in a pickle jar

i cannot fathom the concept
of a man wanting to be god
the power is appealing, yeah
but you are the one being
in charge of an awful world
like the manager of a dominos pizza
that is on fire
battling the flames with pasta sauce

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