Seventh Heaven (7_20_2025)

Wickedjohnandthedevil

Seventh Heaven baseball cards
No slip-n-slides once it gets dark
The moneys in the coffee can
Out there you’ll find the promised land I know it

I rolled the pennies, swept the floor
Put folded shirts in dresser drawers
Lit the candle, popped the corn
Made my bed there on the floor beside you

Basement hangout, VHS
Feed the fish, just try your best
The wicker sofa, seashell lamp
The poison ivy, making camp for morning

Someone whispered in the dark
I’ll say his name, I’ll play the part
Can you zip up my sleeping bag
And tell me of the promised land again