You are no God , that
a mortal cannot break you
Ring your spine, dry
Until clouds drip from your bones
There are no angels sitting on the throne of your teeth
Your songs do not sound of Holy Scriptures
You are no God
That I should bend my knees to worship
That I should pray to you, on any bed of roses
& Swallow the hell that seeps from your stem
You are no God

I saw Truth, tumble weed
Down the desert of your mouth today
Watched your tongue crack pitiful like dry earth
Pray for rain, these clouds,
Will not tint themselves sorrowful for you

You lie, like prostitutes
Dirty crusts heavy on your lips
Your push cushion tongue, Home
To sharp needles and
Glass promises, broken
Words jump suicidal off your tonsils, They know
Your throat is as deep as wishing wells
They like I, will
Never get to your bottom
I dare you to swallow me, taste me
Bitter like poison
Let me bubble in your equator
Until your insides bursts like dying stars
This is what truth feels like
A burning galaxy in your stomach
Regurgitate me
Speak me into creation
Dare to let honesty blister your lips
You are no God
But a black hole,
In every universe that ever let you enter her womb

I am not your earth
There will never be fertile land on my pores
Your life will never swim in my oceans
You will never vegetate on my farmland
Find your solace in another planet
Let her adorn your head with her rings
And crown yourself Saturn
Watch Uranus tilt on her axis and beg for the heat of your rays
Strip mercury of her craters, until she
Is named beautiful
Keep Venus in your heat until, her
Volcanoes erupt her, Love Goddess
Tell Mars to dust kiss your lips red
Drown yourself in Neptune’s Seas

Let Jupiter band her clouds around you
And keep you higher than her helium
This is the closest you will ever get, to
Celestial galaxies

You are not God

But a small comet, wishing
To cause catastrophes
In the bed of my galaxy
You are a Sun grazer
Spiraling around the light
Of my milky way
You are no complex being
But a lost boy, admiring my curves
Like they were a map of heaven
Imagine me like the book of life
Your name is not scribed in any of my pages
Your halo not lost in any of my folds

You are no God
But a shooting star
I should have never wished upon