Swinging 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 Notes

Its true. Believe me!
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago

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