Inshallah Coffee ~ Saturday, November 1, 2025

إِنْ شَاءَ ٱللَٰه

If I believe in God and the Devil
far from clear blue skies and the deep blue sea

I am not a pejorative remark

but still I pray (to whom) at church, anvil
electric sparks, lightning bolts, if I fear
living in a world without hope to flee
insufferable loss, sleep in a park
empty the imagination of lies
versions of the truth, the whole truth, a bear
enters a bar with a rabbi to drink

if God has willed it, inshallah coffee
nonsense thinks the rabbi, I cannot think

God will let me drink with this bear, a bee
on the nose of the bear, knows of bar flies
drinking in poverty, Bukowski pukes

as would I to listen to his drivel
not that my verses dribble much better
doubtless the bear checks out tunes on the jukes

though I ask the rabbi why a bear, dreams
he replies, if you dream, you may swivel
each time in the bar, I wear a sweater

Devil-may-care, dare I tell a bad joke
everyone wonders what comes next, the screams
venture into madness, the rage on stage
in the States, the Beatles, they lose their heads
leave the bear on the flag, or in a cage

in a forest, not in a bar, the beds
fairy tales, Goldilocks, what if I poke

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