Head in the clouds,
soul on the brink
of salvation and/or annihilation
at any/every moment.
The signs in the sky
appear to point out our future in space.
The signs in my mind
seek to find the path home to source.
But the signs on the street
are marketed for entirely different ends,
singing their songs about realtors
who have erected
as far as the eye can see
in this suburban wonderland
she might know
the truth by now).
Chopping down trees,
from their home.
Come meet me at midnight,
we’ll stare straight
into heaven’s void together.
I too know
what it is
Thank you to Raja Williams for posting “Platitudes toward Paradise” at the CTU Publishing site recently. The poem is an excerpt from my full-length collection, Happy Hour Hallelujah.
If you enjoy my work, please consider picking up a copy of the book here.
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