If it were my last

i can’t go to heaven
when I am sober
it must be with Bacchus
and his entourage.

I lose count of me at seven
wishing to return to October
or the years between two seconds
or was it all a mirage?

if last night god took the life he’d given
i will have gone with a bar
full of spirits and whiskey and rum
and a soft one for massage.

but i am here, now, forgiven.
i am waiting for his call.

Younglan Talyoung

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