Photograph of ‘May We Each Find the Light’ (c) Rob Goldstein 2014-20120
Harry watches television in silence.
God plants clues in everything, and Harry thinks
with enough silence, God will say who he is.
But these distractions, these sins; they’re not Harry’s
sins, but they want to be.
These sins want to inflate Harry’s ego and obscure God clues.
Harry searches God’s hiding places: asylums, dumpsters,
crack dens, hustlers, and speed freaks.
God swims in oceans of puke and dares Harry to follow.
Harry sleeps for two or three days in the sanitized houses
of God where pious friars who don’t know God tell him to
pray and give him deodorant.
Harry wants to belong to these men.
He wants clean hair and an eternally pregnant mother
dressed in stars.
But God is on the street across from the church sleeping
in a stream of piss.
How did it begin?
When Harry was five, he lapsed into the unhurried sleep of the
child and had a dream…
(c) Rob Goldstein 2018
Harmony and understanding
Sympathy and trust abounding
No more falsehoods or derision
Golden living dreams of visions
Mystic crystal revelation
And the mind’s true liberation
It’s always good to take a moment to remember our noblest aspirations:
A million scary bugs hide in the cracks of these walls.
They wait in the dark and when they think that I’m asleep
they drop into bed.
The scariest bugs are mosquito hawks; they have wings as
sharp as knives.
I pull the blanket over his my head and dream about angels.
They are naked and very pretty
Their nakedness makes me tingle
Dad says the angels tingle like that too.
Suddenly a spider as big as a hand lands on my bed!
But Dad says hush now and think about heaven.
Image and text Rob Goldstein (c) 2017 all rights reserved