Road Show

Jeffrey Owen Pearson

 

 

I am French kissing God

on my license plate.

A declaration personal

and public.  Love true blue.

I'd trust God in your car too.

Sit together in the back seat.

Ride him on your rear bumper. 

I don't mind.  What

God and I have is

really special.

Honey lips.  Velvet.

tongue.  My words echo

God.  God is my currency.

My treasure, my target,

my shopping spree.

God is a smooth operator.

A stretch of straight road.

I'm in good hands and

I've canceled my insurance.

God is my copilot.

My magic bus.

My catcher in the rye.

At the ball, every dance

is mine.  But God's arms

are big.  They'll hold you

too.  When I leave

the garden party, God stays

behind.  When I come home,

God waits for me

in bed between clean sheets.

 

 

 

Copyright 2007 by the Tipton Poetry Journal.

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