Life is Hell

When Jeffrey Dahmer wanted
to love someone he really wanted
to love them internally.
His father was a high
priest of nothingness.
On a talk show Jeff's dad
commented on the outrageous
effects of the afterlife
on modern Christians.
Jeffrey was apparently gay.

I thought about poor Jeffrey
there, all alone with that monster
telling him lies, ignoring reality.
As I think about my acquaintance Paul Johnson
sometimes or rather, almost every day.

His head resting on his back,
looking out over the expanse
of his orange jumpsuit;
perhaps still somehow alive;
perhaps thinking of our villas at Romaizan
on the main drag called Olaya.

Paul's father abandoned him
as well but physically and Paul
filled the little boys pockets with candy,
tried to father them
the only way he knew how.
He was very fat and his Thai wife
loved him very much.

He wanted to love everyone internally too,
himself included.

With candy and a high cholesterol diet.

In the end I think Jeff
goes to heaven but maybe
just not the best part of it.
Maybe the part where he
has to remember things sometimes.
All the others that weren't quite so bad...
never have to remember anything at all
nor see those that they treated a bit too covetously.

And Saddam there in a hell hole with a variety
of popes, poets and presidents,
some journalists and maybe
even some of the bad dogs who bit people
but probably not
and all the stuff
that makes Hell hell.
It is just like the hole they found him in.
Real deep, full of wet, shiney creatures
with peculiar smells and little hair.
Thing is, Saddam and Jeff already got theirs.