*

Scott spoke to the sky:

by Scott Kurtz

"My thoughts are all askance,
My mind, askew,
A mishmash of happenstances,
Second-chances (havethisdances),
I ran from You.
In the face of all this evidence,
I sit a touch, admire the view,
And think of answers
Between guilty glances."

silence.

"Where are You?!
I know I've made this mess
(hospital corners, arrogance),
My hope in You, sewn-shut and glued."

subtle clues. obvious annoyance.

"Why can't You be more like me?
Easier to see, and to see through."