When I first heard of God,
I had visions of rides at Disneyland
and fresh fruit every day
and pine clean air
and virgin pure beauties
for my pleasure
and free spring cleaning
of my soul.
What I got
was cold water mysticism
on sandy, sunburned skin,
when his spraying spirit
touched my inflamed flesh.
In a way it felt good,
but in a way
God’s love hurts like hell.
Physical Borg
11-17-1985
