In Heaven nobody will be alone
In Heaven except for me and nobody
Nobody calls nobody comes
My nobody expands across the country
The way a parachute expands across
The sky it does if you’re right under it
In Heaven they’ll throw me in the lost
And found where I guess everybody goes
At first now that I think about it what
Will be my special place apart I wonder
Or will they leave me in the lost
And found box after they have scooped the heaven-
ly out a permanent person in a tem-
porary place roles are reversed in Heaven
Nobody calls nobody comes
In Heaven I expect the children are
A kind of furniture nobody sits on
Like flowers in Manhattan maybe sometimes
They’re brought to God and God says This one
And that ottoman is sent back to life
A baby and for some this seems to never
Happen I think I’m such a child returned
Most things in my life seemed to never
Happen before they happened now they seem to
Have never happened though they have for the time
Being I am for now I’m stuck in most
Things having never happened I’m
A lamp shining in an abandoned building
But for a lamp I think that would be Heaven