and you had to butt in – your stinky ass

is not aroma: but you do not notice since

you’re never aware. did you know the star is light

years from here? here is this instant, already gone

as our handshakes means – bile being stored in

a lovely secret, you tell me this all has to do with heaven’s will.

why is heaven stinking? then you tell me it is blasphemy,

though i say it is the saints dying for a cause.

you take out the machine gun, i guess this means talk is over,

you tell me hell yeah! i tried to retreat without waking the babies,

because they never deserved this hell shit hole

you’ve brought both of us in to. you claim it is not your fault.

i decline. i took out my funny wings, the misty crown

you say is my wishful thinking: as if. as if. heaven could smell

differently when all this time. i only heard heaven once,

and it came with claws and grunts – your ass is the entrance of heaven.

i could not disagree more,

i called it a shit hole. you beamed. i guess when heaven is shit,

i must really be out of my mind

to try you otherwise.