I’m hell bent on reaching heaven
but not tonight
if I get there
I gave it my best shot
and should I meet the Devil
I trust he’s got a better sense of humor
than Saint Peter
and we’ll laugh at how close I came to making it to paradise.
It’s easy to blame past lives
for the mistakes of this present life
that’s what makes me an optimist
it’s not my fault
it was my fault
I’ll do better starting now
I just wish I was a Buddhist so I could believe this shit.
In time memory will forget this, too.
Hell, one day not even I will remember what I did today.
Sure, it all seems so relevant now
but now so is fickle
if you think now lasts forever you too are a fool
drunk on the boilermaker of never and forever
which makes us throw up now
the spin of the world mixed with the sitting on our ass
drinking so much something is happening
even when it’s just getting progressively drunk
and suddenly sentences are running together
and we don’t care
so we don’t put a period down
even when we think we ought to just out of spite.
cause we’re not spiteful people.
I just hate being told what to write
which is why I try to write this poetry.