I saw God
lying in the street
a powerless beggar
playing with himself
He had a far away look.
when I passed him
I looked the other way
He merely rolled over
onto a metal grate
where white steam
arose and poured all over him
he had such a happy look on his face
and I all fragmented
walked to a paved street
which gave smart contrast
to my blue leathered
suede shoes