Jake Aller Poet Blank verse

God's Confession

I was sitting  alone
In a god forsaken bar
Somewhere on the lunatic fringes
Of society

Heading to hell
As fast as I could drink it down
Enjoying my lonely drink

Drinking by my lonesome self
With my partners
Jimmy Dean, the Walker brothers
his old Granddad

Just drinking and hanging
With the Jack Daniel's gang

A crazed bum With a thousand year stare
 Walks up to me
 Muttering to himself

 Crazy words
 In a lunatic's voice

 He had the look Of one possessed
By his own demons
That only he can see or hear

Possessed by a secret knowledge
Only he knew 

 Despite myself
 I was  fascinated
 By this lunatic's tale

 So I stopped him saying
 So what's your game anyway

The short little dude
Stopped his insane prattle

 Starting at  me
 With that thousand-year-old stare
Just another washed up Lunatic 
Too many drugs
Too many bad nights
On the wrong side of life

He looked at me
And  proclaimed his story

He reared up 
And filled up the room

And lifted the bar
On his finger

And stared
down at me
From the sky

I am God
The alpha and Omega
The real deal
The original dude of dudes
The sultan of Swing
God of hosts
And father of  that Jesus dude

But no one knows me 
No one cares
They think I am irrelevant

They think I am dead
They think I am a fairy tale
From some older, ancient time

I looked at  him
an old man with that lunatic look
But there was something else

He was crazy
Sure yes

But he was the real deal
I mean why  not
Why would not  God not be
A lunatic  wandering around loose

Talking to low lives like me
In a bar

And I knew
He was
telling the truth

But it did not matter

In this day and age
Of materialism
God has no role

 God is truly dead

 And so I bought him a drink

 And walked  out of the bar
 sadden by what I had seen

 God was dead

 And we had all conspired
 To kill him

 Long live God

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L. J. Carber March 14, 2020 at 11:14 AM You have a flair for narrative poetry, and I especially like this one. Sadly, I have to agree with you-- our 'advanced, progressive' society has increasingly little time for wonder, which can lead to worship which enlarges one's soul--but then who believes in immortality nowadays? Just dummies like me I suppose. Jake Aller March 14, 2020 at 9:03 PM LJ glad you got my poem. I wrote it because I too sense the lack of wonder in a very materialist cold world and wonder where we are headed as a species although I am some what an atheist or a buddhist certainly not a believer but I do wonder about where we are going thanks again for the comments appreciated it