I Know The Way To Paradise

I know the way to paradise

been told it so many times,

from sages who dwelled

in haunted fun houses

their minds shot from lies.

 

And the seers living

within those luxury prisons

who lose a bit of their souls

every single day.

 

Over at the mall

a genius works,

he’s building a ladder to heaven

out of cell phone minutes

has unlimited text options,

but it does him so little good

since he can’t send messages

unto the wife he never found,

so he surfs the net for love

an Eden for his heart,

trapped on web site for dating

still waiting for one reply

to any of his emails.

 

Got so weary from all the directions

to happiness that didn’t work,

just left languishing

between a scream and a yawn,

there’s a new face at the neighbor’s door

claims to have a key to the perfect lie

found it during a bi-pass surgery.

 

His eyes so weary,

though his expression holds a smile

if I can for once

see some magic last beyond his misery

then I’ll take the invitation

and dare to venture

beyond this habitat

of plastic salvation.