bililoquy

I died and went to Heaven.     I was thirty-four, at the time. I felt like I had had a decent life, even if the end seemed a bit rushed. I'd loved my family, loved my friends, loved my girlfriend. I'd intended to marry her and have two beautiful children (one girl, one boy), but I was killed in a high octane car chase that ended with me inadvertently stopping three Colombian drug-traffickers from smuggling a deadly new hallucinogen across the border.     I know this because God told me.     It was clear to me that something was off the moment I saw the Pearly Gates (which are, I should note, really more marble-looking). A massive line,

FIVE HAIKU LEPER you stupid leper. your skin is so unpleasant. i wish you would die. RAINFORESTS rainforests all blow. let\'s cut them all down and save ourselves the trouble. MUSE the muse strikes me now. over and over again. with a dead mallard. HORSES i tend not to trust horses in red bandannas. they are in bad gangs. (HELL) there\'s a place for you. and people that are like you. it is not heaven.

here\'s to sleeping. here\'s to waking. here\'s to things that i don\'t know. here\'s to building. here\'s to breaking. standing in the grass. watching it grow.

learning to matter when every step is second-guessed lazy and scattered confessions of the unimpressed i\'m misled and awed mishandled, blank, and washed ashore i\'m freezing and thawed i\'m stretching for a metaphor disenchanted by the faces disappointed in their paces lost in loud and empty places running antipathetic races clear-headed but here\'s a stream of gibberish beheaded by psychopathic angelfish it\'s far too bright maybe the sun\'s been put in stereo i\'m far too bright i know to keep my eyes closed disenchanted by the faces disappointed in their paces lost in loud and empty places running antipathetic races