God
In The Details
God in the details
trapped within a bubble
left blistered on a decal
I applied askew, dripping
to a wing one rainy
afternoon ages ago, amusing
Himself to tears
aping in the funhouse
mirror of heaven’s bowl
contorting bland features
coarse, crowing
in the higher registers
at the top of His lungs
slapping a jig
at the soles of His feet
omnipotence ambered under
RAF insignia
on a scale modal
Submarine Spitfire
boxed forgotten in the attic
gloved in darkness
lachrymose
slight-of-hand artist
pining for light, want to recall
off-the-cuff incantation
His first, maybe best trick
pleasantly surprised by unexpected sunrise.
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