OPEN-BRAIN SURGERY

heaven

such a bitter baby

the rhinestones imprinted into her brain

to create a forever crown

an angel-halo

have started to itch;

they've cracked open on both sides —

crumbled —

crashed —

stuck in her hair like

fragments of sparkling dna

she can hardly remember the last time her

head was bare;

and maybe that's the way it should be

heaven pt.ii

cherub-cheek marked boys

or mahogany wonders dusted over once with

silver and gold

i love one and all

i think that maybe that is the only way i can exist

amidst them

a continuous connection

an emotional convection

current

slippery and blue and

temperamental as it may be

it sustains legions of rose garden boys

for seconds and centuries to come

the sky will swallow them in pairs of two and

bonded by a finger or blush pink lips or

affection, or even worse

i too will ascend with them.

a heavenly reunion; a celestial gathering 

there is a garden in heaven

so vast and plush and green that

to be lost in it is to be at

ease; to be misguided is to find a better way

i wanna go there, baby,

take me sometime. you said your motorcycle can go

sky high, right?