you know we all see god in strange places
strange faces
strange things
i saw it tonight but i can’t call it that
the word’s been ruined
tonight it looked like trees and light and sage
and this thought:
i won’t live my life being unhappy
i woke my son up and told him
he thought that i was crazy
i probably was
he said only we will know about this
and i agreed
he said what if pac man was really just kissing those pellets?
i laughed and said the ghosts were probably just trying to kiss him too
i wish i could kiss a big pellet and turn everybody blue
for just a minute