God is the Broken Eggshell

God is the broken eggshell

on the grass in front

the everyday persons

lunch box debris

human waste discarded

on the green

amongst ripped newspaper

and the dirty tissue

and everything more

and everything less

and to think any more of it

is an indulgent mental wank

that feels good in the moment

even healthy for the mind

but it is mere distraction

from the urgency

of a momentary bliss

the now and what you are

and where you are right now

sitting and wondering

under the sun and staring

at that broken egg.

 

God is the broken eggshell

on the grass in front

and its selfish to define

it anymore any less

than mess of experience

buried under the nose.

 

God is the broken eggshell

and philosophy is the pastime

of the procrastinator.

Crack.