Wasted Divinity Study by Rod C. Stryker

Wasted Divinity Study by Rod C. Stryker

When she’s

naked,

I learn

the simplest thoughts endure,

as I sludge up

my filthy river of love

until I’m ready

to stand,

muck & bile

falling from my fingers,

down my face

but waste it’s earthy riches

and am scrubbed clean

by the noon sun

before entering

the House of Common Gods,

where a fifth of therapy

stashed in the breakfast nook

teaches wisdom

has nothing to do

w/age,

and pray to myself,

happy I’m not God.

by

Rod C. Stryker

This poem was published in my book, Lucid Affairs. If you’d like to purchase a copy, please click on the page link at the top of my blog. Thank you.

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