GOD'S BLAZER

Step into the judge’s chamber.

God’s blazer’s there

hanging from the rafters

like a verdict of shame.

His big secrets

are there too,

perched on the mantle.

They tower like a dollar store trophy.

Let this be a lesson to you:

there is always a man behind the curtain,

and a density greater than doubt.

All you Don Rickles out there

put your rapiers away.

Let’s make a bargain right now, shall we?

I’ll sleep and dream in your skin

if you sleep and dream in mine. 

Then maybe we’ll wake in the morning

staring into oceans,

where once we saw only caves.