I invoke a new God
     Who is not jealous, but sharing
     Who is not ancient, but newborn
     Who is not stagnant, but growing
A God whose worship looks like Dancing
Whose invocation looks like fucking
Whose priesthood get drunk and throw orgies
     A God whose mark is on the world
     Tempestuous, frolicking transient sand-steps
     Moondanced across the galaxy’s white shoreline
I invoke a new God
     Who understands modern powers
     Who embraces the New Corruption
     Who is not afraid of competition
A God of Rock and Roll fantasy
Of ecstatic visions and high-flying
And getting down and partying with the plebes
     A God whose spiral-bound code fraternizes with Shiva and
Jehovah and Coyote
     And eddies amongst probability graphs and eddies in the coffee
     Of earnest hipsters discussing the philosophy of the Latest Thing

9December2003