God and the Devil playing Planet Billiards

the perfect world of mathematician
and modern philosopher,
Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz,
exists
somewhere,
spinning around Mars and Jupiter in ornate
figure eights and
meticulous grandmother cross stitched
patterns, because after all,
it’s perfect.

and we are entwined into the
actualized perfect
world of Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz,
right now roaring
straight towards the corner pocket
of the universe, the product
of the most precisely
aligned
chalked up tip, one eyed squint,
heavenly body billiard combo, bouncing
off asteroid belts and the freely
floating
carcass of the
Hubble Telescope,
a cloudy bright blue
eight ball sunk against
Old Scratch, an ancient rival, in the corner
pocket
with unapologetic backspin for the
game winning
shot.

and I think maybe, just maybe, the Alpha
and Omega is a little
cocky about just how good he
is, and I can see him now, taking a
hearty swig out of a Tri-Omni
God sized stein of
Guinness, licking the froth
off his seventies Burt Reynolds mustache,
while pumping
his fist to the hip shaking sounds of
a jukebox jazzing Jackson Five
singles.
He moonwalks
through GPC cigarette smoke rings
to Jermaine’s slamming grooves over an
Orion and Big Dipper backdrop
to slip skin with the divine wine woozy
Gabriel and Michael, who are slouching on
their stools, finding
more lively targets for their
javelins than
the dartboard
amongst the
squirming fallen angels
crowding the fiery
corners
of a Hell’s Angels dive bar.