Red Handed Poem by Mark Sebert

How long is pi? Where is god? Who is john galt?
These questions break my gaze, shatter the mirror,
I crash into the chartreuse table,
The sinking feeling of love lost -
I am an atheist
Will you pray for us?
I fear Divorce as she looks in my eye
The veridian trees pass in the night,
When daddy lost my balloon
when sex in love gets boring,
I open the door and get a beer
I push over the rocking chair,
My daughter walks in, I give a cruel warning
I put my headphones on and sit in the corner,
the cerise and blood-orange leaves fall on the highway
I get in my truck -
I fell like I am about to get caught
Time to wake up,
no I am not interested
but nice to meet you.