Heaven for tortured souls
there are no locks on the Gates
of Hell nor Jailer there
the prisoners do not remember
they are Spirits still
and Free to Dream
of other Worlds
my pops did 3 bits
state
and would read adult westerns
from the prison library
read happily in his cell
probably nicer than the two room shed
he shelters his 5 cats and dying dog in
but he seems happy with his channel flippin’
remote control
and they took away his food stamps for not filing
back in California I met a drifter
claimed to be a writer and carried a staff
it wasn’t as nice as mine
when first I hailed him
it took me a while to gain
his Trust
he had been evicted by the police
from his spot under the bridge again
and lost all his writings
i think he may have been stretching it
telling me he had a valise full of writing
but he told me some fine stories
one afternoon
i never saw him again
and people think
or is it? don’t think?
a man like that can be happy
have dreams? create?
tell me, Father,
what Hell have you left behind for your Children?
what Heaven have you created for the tortured Souls?
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