god is mathematics, laughing at us
such a badass, it’s truly tragic
the crying, silent violence inside us
the mindless riots, asking “why not?”
like a time bomb
always ticking
till it winds down
to something sickening
we insist, still, on resisting
listlessly kissing, then missing
as we love, with all our hearts
while god above, tears us apart
devouring art
from worthless hurt
and myopic mirth
we spurt
and desert
like flirting birds
he stashed us
upon this earth
ashes to ashes
and dirt to dirt