our god sleeps

October 6, 2018

 "Poseidon" by Matthew Yates



our god sleeps

by Paul Brookes



with his gob open.

When he opens his gob

It could be dawn, noon or midday.

whenever we must awake

to work in the mountains.

The mountains of god's tongue.


They shake and gust blows.

We must find

our balance.

Hunt for food

on the undulations.


Never know

when god will close his mouth

for night to fall, again.


Sometimes night is short.


Folk say there is life

over the mountains

in god's teeth.


None have returned.








Paul Brookes is a shop asst. who lives in a cat house full of teddy bears. His chapbooks are The Fabulous Invention Of Barnsley, (Dearne Community Arts, 1993). The Headpoke and Firewedding (Alien Buddha Press, 2017), A World Where and She Needs That Edge (Nixes Mate Press, 2017, 2018) The Spermbot Blues (OpPRESS, 2017), Port Of Souls (Alien Buddha Press, 2018) Forthcoming Stubborn Sod, illustrated by Marcel Herms  (Alien Buddha Press, 2018).






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