What is it with God and hair?
Straight, afro, auburn, or white
as snow?
Where did he get his template?
If there isn’t one
how did he know?
When I see art on the museum walls
All hanging in a row
I notice which are whose by how
the painter painted so
And I don’t have to get so close
that I see where it’s signed
Because I can spot who did it
By the grooves and by the rhymes.
Chance does not make anything.
Chance is a mirage.
If you tell me a thousand times
I’ll still not buy your primordial
ooze
for I see his lines.
I don’t think, if you can’t see
them, you have your glasses straight.
But I will not deride you, nor will
He either,
as we wait.
Some pictures take longer for some
people to see well.
I do not know why that is,
Go ask Emmanuel,
Or the ox and ass who were
there to tell.
