There Is No God, But

21 Jul

we still have the mountains and the hummingbirds. Or a good drink and a good fuck. Even a good shit and a good jerk. Try as you might, you cannot escape small pleasures. The flowers please you in spite of yourself, as you walk down the street muttering. Despairing over no text message from some girl you’d get tired of if she texted you back. Worrying about work. The clouds look painterly at sunset every god damn day and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it. Even if you shut the blinds the magic hour light leaks through. A baby smiles at you in the checkout line. Sees something in your eyes. It was not lost.

5 Responses to “There Is No God, But”

  1. emily July 21, 2013 at 4:52 pm #

    i love you

  2. L. Roy Aiken July 21, 2013 at 7:23 pm #

    Sometimes it feels like the universe is taunting me with promises of such beauty and tranquility of spirit I’ll never own. Or else it’s letting me in on a secret people with far more comfortable lives than mine will never hear, because they’re not paying attention. (Why should they?) It’s all in the approach.

  3. Little Miss S July 22, 2013 at 8:51 pm #



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