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Paul Corman-Roberts

As Below, So Above

Heaven is a perv wishing
they too could squeal the
immaculate carnal joy release

the stellar high-country shuffle
coiling on sweet tar puppets say
we’ve been rehearsing
this pratfall for eons

& so, they leak
returned souls through
every half-assed vortex
sloughing over our deserts

Don’t kid yourself about
the one-way street afterlife
ain’t what it used to be
so below, as above

You see it wasn’t
merely the fabric of the walls
we tore apart when
we nuked the pearly gates

they are coming for us
the minions of a dominion
we dragged to the strip club
and god was never the same.

Paul Corman-Roberts is the author of Bone Moon Palace from Nomadic Press (2021) and most recently the graphic chapbook The Sincere from Libran Apocaplyse Books (2022.) An original founder and current organizer of the Beast Crawl Lit Festival (Summer Beast 2022 - Beast Crawl Literary Festival)  he currently teaches  workshops for the Older Writer’s Lab, the SF Creative Writing Institute and the Oakland Unified School District. He sometimes fills in as a drummer for the U.S. Ghostal Service and the Poznansky Sisters, but mostly he is just exhausted. 

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