god’s tavern

he sat in god’s tavern with a

dewar’s on the rocks in hand

watching a heated conversation

between che guevera and pope

john paul the second

in the corner his mother and father

were looking at each other

the way only true love looks

through the door came a

couple of his army buddies

and katumi in her kimono

a girl he loved many moons ago

while stationed in japan and

looking like a painted bird

she caught his eye and

blew him a kiss

“this is the life”

he thought and chuckled

to himself at the undeniable

irony of the statement

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