PSIPOOK | poetry korner | evan hay | god
| GOD Evan Hay |
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| In the beginning there was a poem about a God: In His once upon a time was His happy ever after. Emerging from the chrysalis of His own potentiality He stood, immaculately conceived, topfilled to bright brim with youthful vigour Like a March calf amongst the buttercups At the solid base of His consciousness- And there He waited, panting with desire, while deep in His Fiery bowels, time chugged & giggled Bashful as a firing squad in love, and explodes.... His heart, that vast pumping plant of light and space, EXPLODED! Flinging reality spinning outward to its bounded infinity.... Behold! In the first moments before knowledge of God and Devil, claws & defect, Before the fall of original incompetence He stands, insanely beautiful, as bright and brainless as an orgasm, Blood erecting His crumpled form, the translucent membranes Of his quadrifid ears stiffening into divine shapes... They beat the air, and a terrible wind arises, Billowing through the age of inertia, Beating clouds of mathematics from His trouser cuffs, And the sun shines out of His bottom. He raises His head, His teeth chatter, His toes curl, His tail frisks- And He speaks! Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmm, he says, Clearing His throat of polystyrene and bubblewrap, Let there be such a thing as a Heap! And a Drawback! Let there be Fragrances and Destinations! Herbs and Hubs! Inflorescences and Osculation's! Mountains Fountains Indignations Mice Coronas Hippopotami and and Chlamydomonases!! LET THERE BE ME!!! With a hop skip and a jump He ascended Into the primordial haze of the purple skies Flying for joy. (Happiness was God's natural element And today was the beginning of His end). Aeronautics created He then: the Barrel Roll and the G-Turn The Scissor the Split S and the Immelmann Manoeuvre The Jink the Aerlion Roll and the Victory Loop, And then God turned downwards and from the superfluity of possibility He created the Out of Control Nosedive. He saw the base of His consciousness beckoning His descent And He saw that it was good. He saw antelopes' gracile scatter over the spilling pampas The mountains' crumpled satin spines The wildly beautiful spread of everything The widening darkness of His own shadow rising to fill The horizons cup And it was at this point that He created doubt And second thoughts Fear and trembling, disillusionment and despair Also seemed like good ideas, Irony, art, metaphysics and religion also occurred to him Just in time to be too late As he hit the last line of the poem (This one) |
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