it would have to be
your smallest, most
unambitious Heaven
a place where
failure to listen
(too much only-me-
from-over-the-sea-inane
-stuff to tell you
stuffing that head)
would not be a
problem

a Heaven for one
who loved his fellow man
a little bit less
than the small comforts of life
(a sort of wish-I’d-taken
-the blue pill Cypher from the Matrix
figure
never between quotation marks
always in parenthesis
as
we see here)

but let him be happy
with fine rare steak, football on TV,
the odd glass of distinctive red

let he
and my Mother rediscover each other

with none of us
pesky, sarcastically unhappy kids
to intervene

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