PARADISE

Extending an arm
towards paradise is
kind of like hopping on
a train to Montauk
in the middle of winter.

I can see it in my head;
not so much in my mind.

I'd kill to have that peace
surround me like
Dolby stereo on a
plasma TV.
No worries, no thoughts,
no chase.

It's just a buzzword,
really.

Icksnay on the aradise-pah.
It's cold here
and I'm due for a coffee.
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