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.