He'd heard of fundamentalists who,
when faced with most any decision
would close their eyes, open their Bible,
and let their finger do the walking.
Their tip was divine will
on the matter.
Larry cheated, again. What should I do?
"Jesus said...'until seventy times seven.'"
But sometimes God plays.
We've narrowed it down to the Accord or the Jetta. Which one?
"Thou shalt not uncover the nakedness of thy father's sister..."
He wasn't a fundamentalist,
just a man searching for a poem's first word.
His little black journal slipped
through sleepy fingers, somehow hitting three keys.
The screen revealed creation's mirth -