The atheist having a conversation with god? Written long ago, summer of 2000. I was behind the wheel of my ’87 VW Quantum sedan. I called it the Quantum Heap. I’ve rarely driven a car made in the decade I was driving it.

Sitting in a long line of traffic, on the highway, for no apparent reason.

Lord, You have not given me the strength to put up with this much bullshit,
You have twisted this world around so that no one can see it. 
So many don't care; there are so many here who relish the hassle.
I stare into the shiny bumpers of their utility vehicles and know
Deep in my heart, way down deep, that nobody gives a damn.
A huge sigh escapes in the morning, crammed on the highway, gripping the wheel
And a lousy coffee. You are as far away as You can be, and irrelevant in any case.
Fuck You. 
That child's shoe on the highway, near the crash; 
Where is the other?