We were going to burn
in everlasting hell,
no monkey-bones about it,
but, the fires didn’t feel
so hot from where we stood,
high above the rest
of the world,
in fact, heaven’s belly
was just a finger-stretch away.
He passed the water pipe,
my bug-eyed beauty,
then pissed yellow rain
over York Avenue,
baptizing the innocent -
who really cares? he asked,
a naked and defiled guru
wrapped in green glass beads,
no one looks up
anymore.
Somewhere between
the hours and minutes
of madness,
as our bodies crashed
and our minds spun sugar,
I remembered a time
when I always looked up,
when, with a lift of arms
and a single prayer,
I flew over planets
and dreamed of going farther -
I just couldn’t remember
why...
Adding your comment:
thank you again. honey, as long as i can make out the words, you're doing ok with me 
No words needed for this sweetie. You've heard them all before....
. 
meg
I really liked this line--it made me smile in bowel movement cynicism...
*is deeply jealous*
