Solar lottery

What else is God
but a solar lottery
accident prone

what are we
but his Californian reflections
cordial incarnations
of the
spirit, if lucky

cobblestone short distance
runners
souvenirs buying
blind dead drunk
children

what else is God
but meringue dancing
revolutionaries
on Cuba skies where angels play
dominoes
waving still
transparentically
swordstoned
skin
holes

what else is God
but a high heeled
beautiful Negress
waiting for her bus
in the dust road
passing

how gently swim all those projections
in her black sweaty
beautiful
skinsea
of all the end's new beginnings

suspended like blood cells
absurd
chandeliers
pregnant

what else is God
but our own image
of one