i prayed once-
like a message in a bottle i threw it in an ocean of many
they clinked together like after a toast-
or a prayer
i do not know if they will ever get to mine or which god answers the phone
maybe it is like the lotto system and we are all on hold
waiting for our number to be called like the dmv;
the bottle was ordinary but the paper was special
out of a journal with muses on the cover
thought they would get a laugh out of that-
whatever god; he she it just know i was in a dark place
darkened scribes on a windy night
saying hello to the moon inches from a fall-
i would not bother you guys
if it was not important
was hoping to get into the priority lane
but i have missed church a few hundred times so i get it
just need something to go right-
anything;
