Afterlife

I held the hand of Jesus last night, He woke me this morning and we looked outside. Scratchy records played protest songs from The 60’s, as hearses rolled by, filled with forgotten dreams….”you can burn that paper box, boy, but you still gotta show” I dropped out, then got drafted, I told him…when I came home, It wasn’t first class, you can’t breathe oxygen in a box, stacked with my mates in the bowels of the plane…. Now…… I like to pretend no one fights anymore, everyone sings songs of love, pleasing to the old trees, swaying in peace….. Sunshine streamed upon this page just now! just this moment! ........my pen shadows to the right of this word….I’m lighter now, brighter, ……..brighter 03/18/11 6:49 pm © All Rights Reserved