The GatesA Poem by MarshallSwinging slowly in the aftermath of sin the gates swung on well oiled hinges those who rushed in had baggage to hide those who didn't stood in the q waiting turns at redemption. The devil popped his horns around the corner shouting names from a list- nobody answered. But peter, that guy, without capital spellings had this great book of columns yet a few stepped out of line, hands in the air of ownership. Purgatory had hand-painted signage further down and those who claimed no heaven or hell quietly formed a third Q waiting to let themselves in here for all eternity. 'at least in this place'said one young fella 'you can slow cook, like a tender bbq and watch the dancing girls swirl around on the tables balancing between sin and eternal innocent happiness' I immediately joined this long healthy line of thinkers philosophers and charlatans! Author NotesIts true. Believe me! © . All rights reserved, a month ago© 2014 Marshall |
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