' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Heaven Is A Place

After the break up she breaks down. The telephone is mute & deaf to all her entreaties. “Oh God...is this really me? ” She pleads to a power higher than her. “Oh God...is this really me? ” echo THE BLOW MONKEYS on the radio. God sits at the Formica-topped table. She stares at him in disbelief. He smiles ...divinely. “I hear your prayers (couldn’t but..!) ” he explained tenderly as if to a little child. She almost cried. “And here I am! ” he grinned in a hey presto tone of voice. She looked at him as if he were a magic trick that she just couldn’t figure out. She closed her open mouth. She automatically made coffee. Its smell was heavenly. “You make a damn (each word a caress) good cup of coffee! ” He grinned adorably as he slurped. His smile a little miracle. His laugher a prayer. She ran a distracted hand through dishevelled hair. “Now listen here...” She almost whispered: “Yes Lord...! Feeling... moist. “You’re not all bad but you want to have your cake and eat it too along with everyone else’s slice! ” She nodded like she was hearing the original Sermon on the Mount. “So emotionally they’re starving and you...you are getting morally overweight! ” “Now after a while even the most stupid even the most besotted by your evident charms (she pulled her dressing gown where it gaped open...tightly around her) even they cop on & leave to save ...themselves or whatever they have left when you are finished with them! ” “Now if you were to think of someone other than you & remove your lovely head (here she blushed) where it resides up your derrière & perhaps ...use it? ” “Then...who knows? ” “You have after all...free will! ” “Listen...Heaven can’t wait...gotta fly! ” “Remember what I s...” And he was gone in a thick theatrical puff of smoke. “Bit kitschy...” she thought bitchily. And hey by God she was over that stupid shit that dared to leave her. Only now she’s got the hots she’s head over heels in love with dear God ...God.