Heaven Is A Whorehouse

[Doreen Peri]

LOL!!

i believe you!

[Lightning Rod]

doreen, I think it takes 50 cents these days to crank up a vibrator
and don't call it jelly cuz jam don't shake that way.

westie, terrycloth is the sexiest fabric in the world, better than silk. Who cares about the jelly?

I think I'll ban myself

[Doreen Peri]

really? 50¢?

hmmm

mine doesn't cost a penny... unless you count the price of the batteries

[Lightning Rod]

really? 50¢?

hmmm

mine doesn't cost a penny... unless you count the price of the batteries

how many sets have you worn out since I've been gone?
do the math

ok, I'm banning myself

[WIREMAN]

DAMN!!!!!!!!

[mtmynd]

i forgot the poem...

[Doreen Peri]

There was a poem?

[mtmynd]

could have been... i'm confused now.
excuse me while i un-confuse myself.

[Doreen Peri]

heaven must be a whorehouse
somewhere just south of via Acuna
where the swindle witness worked for
the authorities in a wistful spring dimension

cactus and poppies succumb to my pliers
a template of loneliness and desire
and cracked up contemplation

I sit at the feet of god every morning
heaven is created like an orgasm at dawn
or in barely conscious realms
that only remember dreams and admonitions.

my soul is a corpse rendered mild
and a palette of colors from the abrupt
to the pastel wanderings of ghost van goghs

Yes, heaven must be South of the Border
and corrupt as my instrument galactic
foul weather and solar storms.
I've got my ticket.

good poem, Lrod

heh

sorry.. of COURSE there was a poem!

[WIREMAN]

dangling from a thread..........

[emel.scott]

I love so many lines in this poem but I would be lying if I said I really understood it.

[mnaz]

so it is.
a coupla-three trips thru utah convinced me of it,
laying up treasure in heavenly places,
or maybe trying to get a better seat.

[gypsyjoker]

imagine that