Sitting in the Back seat.

GOD died,
a sad
and
miserable
state of affairs.
Funeral
was had,
First,
God cried.
Second,
I cried.
Third,
she cried.
Fourth,
he cried.
All of us cried,
buckets of tears
and rain fell
covering the ground.
I died,
but
still alive.
On Roman roads,
wandering
and
wondering.
What to do?
Life had lost meaning,
Was there ever a meaning?
I poked a dead skunk,
with a stick,
on the side of the free way.
Purple
was now
blue and red
black and white
was now gray.
Candid camera:
Contempt
Confusion
Chaos
and
plain old
mean
was the venom
coursing
in my viens,
Click.
Conformity
to the world
has never been in my plans.
Boots straps laced
standing
on shaky
ground,
Only ancient words
and actions
to do.
Given
from the one
that went
to the grave
and
came back from
the grave
in
three short days.
In him I live
then, now, and
tomorrow,
Until
things change.
Tapped on the shoulder,
God said
"boo."
The angels laughed.
God said,
"You are such a fool."
Another course
correction.
To paraphrase:
Remember!
you stubborn mule!
better yet,
JACKASS!
He is me,
me is he,
you are he
he is you
You are in me too,
by the spirit
and my grace.
SIGH
you get so confussed
counting sheep
from the window
sitting in the back seat
Whatever,
I am,
going to do with you.