“On Religion” by Tyler Gobble

Often times it’s like lightning is flung up from the big holes in the ground. For most of my life, virgins had babies with handsome carpenter dudes and not me, so thank heavens for that. Most excited when rocks were involved in someone’s death, Rambo was like God to me, an 8 x 10 black and white pinned to my wall, an leather-sheathed knife hanging from my bed post. Nowadays, I pray to God when I go blind from all the porn. Most times, I think I’m going to Hell. On Thursdays, a man in a suit tells me he cares about that reality, and I feel a little better.

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Tyler Gobble is lead editor of Stoked Journal and a contributor with Vouched Books. His poems have recently appeared with or are forthcoming from PANK, Country Music, Used Furniture Review, and Forklift, Ohio, among other places. Later this year, his chapbooks, Please Tell Me You Have Good News (H_NGM_N Books) and Stale Champagne (Artistically Declined Press), will be released. Find more at www.tylergobble.com.