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.