Heaven is for Real
Pulling Pollock pretty painless. Needed an extra coat. Still spitting shrapnel like sunflower seeds. My face looks like a pirate’s sails; batten down the hatches. Injecting beer with a syringe I taste recycled aluminum and saran-wrap. My wedding ring is attached to my virginity and I can’t take one off without the other here and the wife couldn’t come; always sucked at timing. The kingdom is glorious, but I lost my keys somewhere by the mesosphere and I can’t get low enough to get out of the limbo line.
The stairway is long and I’m out of shape. My life flashed before my eyes before the big bang. I saw the mom popping birth control, but she stopped after she got punched out at day eighteen. Right after the dad played “I don’t want to miss a thing” by Aerosmith. I rode shotgun to the shotgun wedding, which ignited a shotgun funeral. It’s funny how life works in death.
(2014)
