Friday, December 02, 2005

Poem: Heaven


You give a knowing wink
To Saint Peter as the gates whir open

You're off the map boy
With just a soul to your name

You pile your clothes and credit cards
On top of your toys and bones

And walk in whistling
Adios Republicans cops and commuting

Concupiscent thoughts drift in
Where's the girls music and beverages?

Rod Serling walks around the corner
In a cloud of smoke.
---o0o---

copyright (c)2005 by Jack Brummet

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