had a hard time believing back then that all it took for me to get to heaven
was to follow the ABC's of faith
and the conductor would punch my ticket on that train to glory
they told me in quant Sunday School corners and the weeping and wailing moments of alter calls
...admit
...believe
...confess
I also saw it in pamphlets passed out by street missionaries
it confused me
because back then
all I thought it cost to go to heaven was
five dollars
the price of a movie ticket to the Fabian with any girl I had a crush on
who would simply say
yes
and ask what time the movie starts
meeting at Broadway Pizza for a slice or two
and I'm thinking
not of the ABC's of faith as the price to go to heaven
but the five dollars I would earn by dutifully raking the leaves
taking out the trash without prompting
sweeping the sidewalk in front of the house
a couple of hours of work
and heaven would be waiting downtown at Broadway Pizza
about thirty minutes before the show
Shaft In Africa
Cooley High
Super Fly
or
sometimes we would switch up and see
Fists Of Fury
while my arm snaked past her shoulder in the dark
gently pulling her close while she munched on popcorn
maybe once or twice
catching a glance
a connection
and an innocent peck or two
the celestial gates opening
the clouds parting
and I saw heaven
without ABC's
all for the cost of five dollars