GOD HAS FALLEN...

. . .in love with me.

He sends me roses.
And other flowers.

Tells Spring to deliver them
into my eyes.

Suddenly He is
besotted.

Can't see anything
but...me.

Proclaims I am His
greatest creation.

Says he will cease to exist
if I don't believe in Him.

Says He waits by the prayers
but I never.....

"Yeah, yeah...!" I say.
"You probably say that

to all the mortals!"

I go my own way
creating the world

as I see it.

God continues
to stalk me.

I've changed the locks.
Changed my number.

I tell Him to go the Hell.
He looks harrowed.

It will end in tears.
I know it will.

For one of us.

Or both.