Something I dashed off for my poet friend, Thomas. c/c, please?

, god appears before thomas…

“thomas!” shouts, “wake up! need speak you!”

(thomas sits , rubs sand eyes.)

“yes lord? how may of service?”

“i need write biography. hope you’re task.”

“your biography, lord? ummm, bible???”

“what it?”

“well, ahhh, it’s that, mean, isn’t kind of biography?”

(god gives thomas look---like, what, kidding me?) “the bible? ah, no, thom, bible not biography… i’m not sure is, frankly, that’s discussion time. no, want detailed rendition of years---how came being; how occupied myself before ‘creation’; first loves; likes , dislikes… type of thing.”

“wow! put me on map… let’s it! when started?”

“we’re starting right now… problem you???”

“oh no, lord! whatever desire... please forgive me. continue.”

“aren’t gonna take notes???”

“oh jeez… of course!” (reaches nightstand , pulls out pad of paper , pen.) “i’m ready, lord. shoot.”

“is ‘hello kitty!’ see on front of pad?”

“ummm, yes lord. bought nine-year old daughter…”

“lemme see thing…” (thomas reluctantly hands on pad. god begins flipping through pages.)

(god frowns, looks concerned) “ummm, these poems…???”

and god appears before thomas… “thomas!” shouts, “wake up! need speak you!” (thomas sits , rubs sand eyes.) “yes lord? how may of service?” “i need write biography. hope you’re task.” “your biography, lord? ummm, the...

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