The Creator and Destroyer God
He came at last from nowhere, almost, dark
His absence and his motives, like a djinn
Who hid away inside a rudeness, stark
With silence made of sulk or worse. Like sin
He perpetrated punishment, a dumb
Revenge for something that was small, but big
In mule-like estimation. He spelled glum
With silence. He has taught me what a prig
Inside a gym freak’s body sounds like. It
Was more a shunning from the Amish or
Jehovah’s Witnesses than pettish split.
It had the charms of every tongueless whore
..He had the gall to pop up once again
….Last night. He wanted to create fresh pain.