If I kicked the ball to Heaven
and it pursed the clouds high,
so that flying lower raven
would lose shit into the sky,
and it dirtied state Nebraska,
and my shirt, and even phone;
should I go to Alaska
if from this state I’m thrown?
Gotcha: no balls, no heavens,
no kicking, no words,
if I practiced kicking ever
I’d shoot around all birds.
I was recommended strongly
by the time of retro years
that from Heaven goes only
water down on the earth.
Nowadays, I’m uncertain -
who’s right, and who’s wrong,
what may else fall as the droplets:
booze in bottles or the bong?!
3/02/2021
Kicking the ball
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