Lightning split the night in two
and thunder through the headphones. 
Rain hit skin	          sparks. 
Sharp as pins   intoxicating tingles. 
Muddy toes on naked cement
and ringing ears     silent oblivion.
At the edge of heaven angels peer
Jealous wantons
          To slip for a moment 
into bare humanity.          Drunk
on life’s electric chair. 
The legitimacy in doing something
                  wrong.
Taking the step	   into the sun.
You can’t find apples in heaven.