Treasure Island

Mark R Slaughter


Heaven


Paving stones
crazy on the floor
belie their role of cogitation -
they feel our feet

And as I stagger on
they find my catastrophic state of play
a little too amusing, and
laugh upwards
to penetrate the black of heavy eyes

And I shall smoke to see myself in Heaven
Heaven
and I shall drink to see myself in Heaven

Ol' Sack-O'-Bones the cat
stray as any stray can be
shows he has a sparkle in the eye
or shall he ever die in filth;
hard-honed skill, his pornographic pill of life,
rips apart a Rattus rattus
then he looks out
across the spent fields
tattoos of my rent facade
laughs upwards
to penetrate the black of heavy eyes

And I shall smoke to see myself in Heaven
Heaven
and I shall drink to see myself in Heaven

I walk ‘n' talk another while
the drink, it brings another smile
in my pause to finger junk that jumbles up the bin
might I have a win: a cottage pie
that never saw the microwave
before the violation
you know
the mandatory dates
and so I mutilate the morsel

Does it eye my desperation? -
laughing upwards
to penetrate the black of heavy eyes

And I shall smoke to see myself in Heaven
Heaven
and I shall drink to see myself in Heaven

We and I and life and them
the people making Man
observe inwardly
we're all guts ‘n' blood ‘n' stuff
melding in with failure

I know upon the drab horizon
lives another Man
mowing lines in parallel
pandering to snobbery
runs a route in every day
arriving in his air-conditioned greyness
wife ‘n' kids betraying him in every way
as long as he can have another pair of legs
to open for his only goal of sanity

then He turns
laughing upwards
to penetrate the black of heavy eyes

He knows my song:

And I shall smoke to see myself in Heaven
Heaven
and I shall drink to see myself in Heaven


So here I try to stand
peering o'er the cliffs that oversee eternity -
that ocean sprawls beneath a heavy head of grey -
how am I to comprehend the being?

Looking up I see the overhanging Providence
Laughing down upon the world

to penetrate the black of heavy eyes

He knows the fact that I am wrong

So I shall smoke to see myself in Heaven
Heaven
and I shall drink to see myself in Heaven

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2014

Submitted: Monday, June 09, 2014
Edited: Monday, June 09, 2014

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