To me, God is everything.
It's the strangers on the train,
The smell of my saliva on her ****
It's the times I told people they were stupid for saying it exists


The wonder
of the gap between her legs
The way my smoke tastes in the morning
It's why I'm still here. Still going


Rilke taught me who God is
Leonard Cohen seconded his opinion
Alan Watts explained what it's not
And everything it's got


God helps me be free
It doesn't have a gender
It doesn't have a look
It's got nothing and it's got nothing
to prove
At least not to me