Heaven

I wonder if in Heaven

There’s a black market

For sin.

 

Surely sodomy, violence,

And all manner of debauchery

Are in demand.

 

Sometimes perfection

Feels more like Hell.

 

Give me a pitchfork to the ass.

Give me desperation and tears.

 

This undying grace

Is killing me.

This halo around my head

Is blocking my vision

 

And messing up

My beautiful hair.

***

(Cuenca, Ecuador -- March, 2019)

Another decent poem from my great poetry rut of 2019. The thought here comes from the boredom with my life as it kept getting better and better. I was trying to be the best version of myself, but I needed excitement. I'd find a balance, eventually.