I stood on a mountain bolt
That struck the side of God.
It ripped through the heavens.
I wore a fancy seatbelt made of Greek dreams.
Three days later I called to see if His side still hurt.
There in the telephone line I heard the drill:
“Hide under the table”
“Head in elbows, tucked.”
3rd grade cold war film.
Atomic bombs and cartoon radiation
in my Hostess Twinkie.
It was all in the phone.
Years later it was all in cyberspace.
Stabbing like Gods in retribution.
Real life car chases.
Paranoid Lords lurking.
Making us wish for video games
Black dog rises in a new video game.
Blast the heads off the zombie fucks.
Stab them in the side to release the maggots.
2008 nick belardes