Who drinks with God?
Who waits upon the other to sing?
Who dreams the Goddream?
And who awakens to find the bones of love
Beside him?
What is the sort of thirst
That consumes even itself?
Drinking with God,
Who will get drunk first?
Intoxication from intoxication
Drinking, a thirst rather,
That seeks to slip this Flesh
From these Bones, right?
To every two sides of a bad coin
There is, of course, an inside
Perhaps, as T. Waits says:
“There ain’t no Devil
That’s just God when he’s drunk.”
So why not just go ahead
And lose everything?
Fuck. The. You.
