some times I feel like a locomotive,
instead of a sunflower,
sorry Alan,
let down and frowning
in whatever sort of afterlife he's in,
if there is one or maybe everyone's death is a different dimension,
time splits off so each individual's
imagined postmortem exists,
in a sense there is a heaven but also no heaven, no punishment or reprimand,
if I don't want there to be,
maybe?