Heaven Is a Crease Too Narrow To Fit Your Favorite Appendage

Until your nose has been smashed with a bottle;
Until you've passed your blade to a friend
since you know you can trust your fists in a brawl;
Until you've broken hearts and hymens
simply because they were there;
Until you've put someone else first
regardless of if they deserved it;
Until you've been burnt on your knees by the carpet;
Until you've faked climax so the poor girl could sleep;
Until you've signed papers regarding your brother;
Until your dad disappears for five years;
Until your mother admits a missed pill;
Until you've consoled a vacuum-raped lover;
Until you've found life in a 3 a.m. mirror;
Until you've met Death and offered a drink;
Until you've felt victory, even while vertical;
Until you've graced loss with an unexplained smirk;
Until your eyes have drained on an angel;
Until your tongue's danced in the strangest of places;
Until you've been swallowed like sacred communion;
Until you've been spat like a hooker's last meal;
Until you've seen heroin stirred in a spoon;
Until you've seen medicine lengthen ones life;
Until you've carved verse into cardboard at work;
Until you've been served 'til you couldn't form words;
Until you've dealt pain that was needed for pleasure;
Until you've tasted your own secret salt
on the lips of another you'd sew to your own--

We've nothing in common; here's five for the juke.