Haiku: Nothing But Time

Angels in usher

outfits busily

tap your name into



Tippety tap tap.

They are the maître d’s

of Elysium.

They know


Who’s who. A twenty

won’t do:  baksheesh is

a no no, here o’er

the clouds.


And as you might surmise,

Only the brown

Nosers get these jobs:

Just as


In real life. They’ll rat

You out faster than

Sammy the Bull.  So

it’s just


like trying for a

table at Le Cirque:

don’t hold your breath.

You’ll get


to St. Peter’s front

desk: eons to go.

There’s nothing but time

up here.


j.o. 7/9/17


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