HEAVENish

electric fairy lights

danced on darkened eyes

of scattered souls.

a neon sign,

ungodlike and self-aware,

straight to the point

proclaims

these lovely ladies dance for you

and

open twenty-four hours a day

and

topless sweethearts

and

WELCOME TO HEAVEN.

heaven.

in the cold place

at the nape of my neck,

or in the grubby fingers

of a divorced mailman with a dollar.

the delicate place of a

half-hearted dream,

shattered in the grey between

relevance and politics.

a strip club behind a chinese

restaurant.

this is heaven?

fairylights and broken bottles

in an alley where someone

lost their way, their innocence,

the contents of their stomach.

a heaven for someone

with dark eyes

and a few questions

under their skin.