On The Existence Of God
You ask me why I don’t believe in god,
I have seen god and that is reason enough.
1 I have seen god in the pinhole pupils of the street junky as He gets His fix,
2 I have seen god in blood and screams and pain,
3 I have seen god in His tattered shoes and bold smile and long-empty stomach,
4 I have seen god in oil slicks and black ice and cans of rainier,
5 I have seen god in broken mirrors and empty bottles of Turkey and bloodshot eyes,
8 I have seen god in lapel pins with American flags and empty promises and “the economy”,
7 I have seen god in tears and laughter
but mostly laughter,
8 I have seen god in the lustful smile of the prostitute as She saunters down Aurora in the neon fog of the night,
9 I have seen god in the slovenly drunkenness of the angel-headed hipster on Capitol Hill,
10 I have seen god in broken windows of tenement houses,
in tear gas,
in handcuffs,
I have seen god in ungodliness.