we're all too small to talk to god

just when i am so utterly unconvinced, he pulls out that shit and i'm in love all over again with that fellow who lives in my head who i met those several year ago in the car on a pilgrimage home, sun hot in my eyes with the green hills stretching forever, even farther than the road can ever think of going. the brash words and suggestions of a pogo to five, tongue in cheek except when it slips and he actually means it, tugging and pulling those strings to get the sound to come out of someone else's mouth just right.