for Jason Bredle
By J.P. Dancing Bear
O Cello Head, sing me a song of Yo-Yo Ma
and the tragedy of papier-mâché. Every
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday
news of the Auto-Casa in E-flat major.
God came to you in a classified ad.
God says, must love sunrises, must
love ohio tire fires, must love 50’s
auto fins. God is a hopeful romantic
in a valentine red Cadillac
with a cardiac condition for smoke
and fire balls. You have seen god on
the interstate. Hair almost medusan
with the top down. He hits the horn
every time he sees the bumper sticker
“honk if you love god”—God loves god—
you know it’s true.
All the dogs are barking, you know God
loves Dog too. O Cello Head, you are
finding poems in the classifieds.