a conversation with god

we're driving

just me and god

it's raining

it's raining hard

the windows

are steaming up

the bridge

engulfed by fog

the rust of

the metal bridge

it beckons

it pulls me in

i argue

i scream at god

and what he's offering

my hands fly off the steering wheel

can't recall getting here

if i could

i would reach behind

and turn my light off

my thoughts run off the beaten track

there's no lighthouse or way back

take the hand of god

and bite the feeder

no more lingering

i'm driving

i talk to god

he's screaming

i only nod

i need to

be where you are

the leaves and trees

are shaking

it's raining

the bullets melt

the hunger

of hunger itself

it's draining

but pain has reservoirs

it keeps for itself

i'm falling

i'm not myself

i'm diving

i'm underneath

the hull of

a mighty ship

that steams away from here

the bubbles

the surface race

they shine and

they replicate

i hear it

the voice of god

is laced with sarcasm

in your hands

and my thoughts run off the beaten track

there's no light

how's the way back

take the hand of god

and bite the feeder

no more lingering

my hands fly off the steering wheel

can't recall getting here

if i could

i would reach behind

and turn my light off