Let's workshop this poem about a man who, after rediscovering God (for the umpteenth time), now--in what amounts to the religious equivalent of a midlife sportscar--overbearingly evangelizes everyone
Deuteronomic Midlife Sportscar
Finding God (yet
again) and right away (yet
again) hounding us all
about “the Word”—
the self-doubt
this billboards, much like
a drunk evangelizing
sobriety just one day in,
foretells that slide (yet
again) back into “bad
choices”: drugs, porn,
lying (or whatever).
“We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”—Kafka (against the safe-space cancel culture pushed by anti-art bullies, left and right)