Heaven is a Dive Bar in Hell Serving Only Shirley Temples by Chris Butler

Drink until your blood turns into a fine wine.

Eat until your flesh turns into tasteless waifers. 

Smoke until the burning bush's ash rises like a phoenix.

Inject until all of your veins cave-in under the skin.

Once you detox for three days,

escaping the cave with a boulder door,

you will never ressurect your erection again.

Anti-Chris Butler is an illiterate poet. His last chapbook, DOOMER, is available through Ethel. He is also the co-editor of The Beatnik Cowboy literary journal.