Sonnet: What If God Went Blind?
by John Kendall Hawkins
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I lost my marbles when I took them for granite.
I was Deleuze'nal but now I'm not Saussure.
I looked for Lucy when I rolled my bones of lure,
took off my ape man suit in order to tan it.
When Nietzsche double-tapped Jesus, I almost flipped,
suddenly beheld a future of emptiness,
but such power vacuums are filled with the largesse
of devil-may-care hoodoos and the well e-quipped.
It's a lot to take in when you're shaking and baking
and you have full filled her quaking qu*m to the brim
with little deaths that sigh and little things that swim,
and the PC cops come with their for-god's-sake-ing.
I dunno. Number One thing on the Net is porn.
My luck: sunny sinny Salem elders reborn.