To God

Some people have a visceral reaction at the mention of your name,

God.

Some say you're out there,

some say you're nowhere,

but I know you’re in here.

In mucous, blood and semen,

growls, guts and guttural sounds.

in blazing summer sun,

in merciless winter wind,

in yellow baby poop,

and old people's toothless gums.

You are the primal core

of love and mercy,

anguish and

kindness.

Even life and death.

Green pastures and starry skies

dispel our fear a little,

But what we really want is

Your enormous Mother's Heart,

to leak milk from a soft, huge tit

and feed the starving world.

Your Father's heart has tried

like a dry knuckle faking

in their starving mouths.

People of earth are posturing,

attempting to be cool,

When they are actually shivering

weenies,

hoping for

a reassuring hug,

and milk and cookies

on the kitchen table of the void.