THIS IS A POEM ABOUT HEAVEN AND A VAGINA 7.22.17

7.22.17

You are watching a film upstairs

while I am trying to write

downstairs.

It is a thriller, and sounds

fall like bricks against

your floor

my ceiling

and to you it may

seem like a car chase

or bank robbery,

but to me it sounds like

noise from the sky,

what the world will hear

when the troposphere fissures

and the entrance of heaven

invites us, embraces us,

like a vagina.

Even though we are

different in

significant

ways,

I will hold your hand

inside the beam of light

that will abduct us

one day

when the Lord

deploys his judgement,

and the vagina of paradise

opens up like a turnstile

.

I will be near you

when it all ends.


Written at 9:38 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA.

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