Friday 22 November 2013

#10 - A Mustache Made Of Stars

'I am colossal and extremely attractive,'
writes God in His Tinder profile,
then deletes it. Too bolshy.

He finds a selfie of Him dividing the light and the dark,
His tongue out, galaxies scattering in the background,
disregards it. He opts for the snap of Him at Six Flags,
winking in a vest top. The lens flare is perfect.

'YOLO' He writes,
and hopes they get the joke.

1 comment:

  1. I don't know if you'll see this comment, Tim, but this poem is causing me to have a moment. I am working to immediately dispatch to everyone I know.