Just Like Heaven Poem by aric wilsie

</>Purgatory drop
Waiting for a...
Weed to pull
A pud to chew
Well...
'W'
'Double U'
and ' U, U'
Are all a
Dipping foam
Dripping from the tip
Of a bottle
Hopping to hope
Right out
Of unused endings
towards new openings
And waiting
In grey rooms
Known as
Purgatory Ascending
Which is like
Nuetrality
Which is like
Equality
Which is like
Relativity
Which is
The sum of
Nothing
Moving at a very fast pace
Then slamming
Against walled beliefs
Sliding down
The afterthoughts
And finally
Caught
In a catcher
Of words
Used to dream
When the sandman
Comes