Losing Faith

An amazon told me once,
"you have to have faith,"
as she winked her blue-painted face
and raptured amidst a hallucination of world peace
or peas or something equally unrelated to my problems.

other men might have marvelled at her
long sleek feminine curves
or the way she was so articulate for an Amazon.

I was busy contemplating Faith.
her long black hair
and her slightly cracked grin.

God was there too, with the bit of spinach
in her teeth;
I know him by the way he leaves me guessing
even when the game is almost over.