I’ve decided that I’m not interested
in anything that Heaven has to offer.

Cherubic creatures aloft
on glittering wings?

Pass.

God?
Listen up.
Better looking angels.
That’s what you really need.
Club boys, perhaps.
Tattooed.
Hooked up in Levi’s
and heroin withdrawn.

Then, those Pearly Gates
would be
 bangin’

~j~