god #23 god swallowed a star and juggled twelve shimmering moons perfect angels painted the pink sky and winged messengers breathed blue into the oceans i am a stone yet unturned god #41 the pink sky betrays the faithless and i can't convince the drunkard that catharsis and cigarettes won't cure a black heart but then again i didn't get it until i got it and you couldn't give it to me when i didn't want it but i do remember that the moon was blue and when god winked i got a free ride god #66 i took a walk today and found a tarnished penny it was tails up but i picked it up anyway because luck is what you make it i walked a little farther and found a drunken girl tails up i picked her up too because charity frees the soul on the way home with my penny in my pocket and my drunken girl slung over my shoulder we came upon god tails up we kept going though because god was already dead lost #3 i've wandered too far from where i am i put the pink sky in my pocket before i left because god is elusive and now when i need it most my pockets and my soul are both empty it seems that every time i turn around another piece is missing i never even noticed the scarecrow that stole my straw heart © 2001 Mark Pashia
		Mark Pashia My name is Mark Pashia and I write mostly to stay one step ahead of the darkness.