Another dream poem
I dreamed that I
had talked to God.
I walked into
the stadium
where crowds and crowds
of people waited
for this
opportunity.
And up on top
a fat guy stood
who spoke into
a megaphone;
and he was God,
supposedly.
A question burned
inside my mind
but when I opened
up my mouth to
ask it, this is
what I said:
"Is my grandmother with you?"
(which I did not
intend to ask.)
And fat guy
with a megaphone said
yes, that she was
with him, and he
used her proper name.
And then my turn was over,
so I didn't get to ask
if I should
sue the guy
who hit me with
his car.
I'm not convinced
that guy was God.