The Naked God

Life is absurd. I’m serious.
Why would the shaking, pulsing edge of being
saddle itself with the pasty fat-man of meaning?
Why would the shattering potential at the slicing edge
between existing and not existing,
why would the blue-skinned Peace & Destruction
buy motivational posters or wear self-important
non-profit logos over their hearts?

They do, of course, all those things and
more – because it is the nonsense of sense.

Put on a hokey jersey and throw a football,
speak eloquently in favor of forgiveness and unconditional love
not because the naked god *needs* to be clothed
but because the skin sometimes hungers for the weave.

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