God is a memory

Some like it green
Burning, boiling…
Another cauldron of lean,
Syrup-in-Sprite, a dull shade of pink

Sky-blue
Hair-raising shards of ice coal;
Earthbrains that pop right after rainfall, 
speaking Life to the lost Soul 

The Orange flowery beauties
Spanning beds on Darlene’s fields
Have got nothing
On the Nile-bank Lilies,
that inspired the Egyptian Pyramids;
And Molasses tempered the Tongs
Before Carti made it cool to be Opium

From Brown pieces of paper
That turned The Beatles Rocky
To the white dust blizzard from Colombia
That once colored the nightclubs of Miami

God immaterial –
A variety of Jesus, adapted to Native Cultures
Mohammed of the desert tribes,
The Eastern Buddha…
An endless continuum of deities
Offering meaning to Life on a floating Rock