Do you think God has sleepless nights?
Do you think he stays up and looks
At old photos of the universe?
Cries to scratched up vinyls?
Drags his eyes around the floor
Like they’re plastered with glue?
Do you think God plays pogs?
Do you think he uses fabric softener
To clean his pajamas?
Do you think he regrets it?
Making the world and stuff?
Maybe he misses being alone.
Maybe he’s become the kind of guy
Who prefers to sleep in the woods
Than a bunkbed with Buddha.
I certainly have.