heaven is a place on earth

heaven? what’s that

in this economy?

remind my lungs to pace themselves

we are on a wild ride for tax returns and paystubs

let’s all go back to the glorious summers

when sucking on peach pits

hot juice trickling down the lips

sang songs that touched every part of us

we could all be so happy!

if only we could make the decision to see

a sky so high we don’t need to buy

it off the city streets

is there a conclusion in poetry?

in life, your gaping face is wide open

redundant as always, the mouth sucks in

oxygen that will continue to stun your immune system

you can lick my words off these pages

but you can’t make a heaven

out of the worlds I can fathom

there’s gotta be more in your repertoire than

looking to the sky above

relying on a fable

for the happiness

you can’t remember anyway