Stealing Heaven
Conversations
Erupt around me -
Thin women
Discussing
Fat men
A the perverted
Converse
On the perverse.
Pages turned
In books unread -
No one's seeking knowledge,
Just an end
To end all the tragic endings,
Perhaps a moment's peace.
We're stealing heaven,
Trying to gain entry
Without passing through death's gate.
- 09/23/1993 11:08pm - kenneth p rougeau jr
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