The first Monday ever

And God was building.
Massive straining shoulders lifted
Blocks of deity-shaped stone into place.
Fingernails thick as planets tore under
Rough wooden crates nailed too tightly shut.

yeah god wears a hard hat
whistles at girlies walking by
god knocks off at five
rides the holy subway
kicks back snags some angel brew

My God my massy mighty God
Swears at rivets that bounce off his boots,
His steeltoed lightyear-sized boots
That he laces in the morning
With last night's beer & chips on his breath.

god in flannel and denim
taking breaks by the foodtruck
crouching in the smelly portosan
spitting tobacco juice clear across the site

God the hardworking stiff
Puts in his day's honest labor
But still cringes under the Foreman's
Freezerburned eyes.

1994:08:22:15:37