i'm looking for god

go to a book

read the words of a story

but the lover dies

and the woman is left

in the bedroom

with a shadow of herself on the wall



she falls from the bottom, o no

but her arms grow

like pipe cleaners with rubber

bands inside only prettier

she taps the sky and the guy

who died taps back



that is quite a fairy tale

gimme something real

go back re read the very last page

cracking there to feel



a fall from the bottom, o no

how far down do you have to go

like the red balloon

with a pink elephant inside

getting heavier...can't reach the sky

please everything that died come back



in this dream of daily life

i cannot describe

i recognize the words i read

in the wrinkles around your eyes



we all fall down to the bottom...but then

get lifted up again

like a soap bubble

flying past a weeping willow tree

only prettier

to tap the sky

and burst once more to try



i'm looking for god...