‘Is God an accident?!’

i yell at my dualistic coffee mug
with another glance
outside
to see people with
the same sense of coffee in their minds

my mother goose nursery rhymes
warned me of singing
biological hymns

but hey man

it’s innate, love it, pleasure able
veins pushing against my
pulsing flesh
prodding against my
pant leg

nature made us
born creationists
cried Paul Bloom

mind could not possibly be
synonymous with the brain

like
when the sock dies
no rock comes out of the sock

Well that’s wrong, you freak!

everything has to happen for a reason
everything has to happen for a reason
everything has to happen for a reason

infinity has to happen for a reason!

even though the smoke
emerging from the windows of the
twin towers of 9/11 like a cigarette
was probably not
the face of Satan.