New Series

Rough Draft Of "The Truth About Angels" (working title....not sure I like it)

(1)

i've seen angels
pawning halos
desperate for money
to spend at reservation casinos

withering from withdrawal
strung out and crucified
relapsing after only 3 days

i've seen angels
reading poetry about god
trying to remember
what he looked like

satan, an angel once told me
is not all fire and brimstone
but the place
in the pit of your stomach
that tells you
you're alone

some angels hear
the rapture trumpet call
on a daily basis
to them
it's as common
as airplanes


(2)


on Sunday
I saw at angel
in a wheelchair
trying
to enter a church
that wasn't wheelchair
accessible

hitting it's wheels
against the stairs
watching faithful Christians
throw pitiful
and hateful glances

Hewbrew 13:2
Do not forget
to entertain strangers,
for by so doing
some people
have entertained angels
without knowing it.

watching
for a few minutes
many people walked by
someone spat
"pathetic"

(3)


when looking through
the pawn shop looking glass
we saw halos
next to wedding rings
thought it'd be funny
to buy one

use it as a frisbee

the next day
must have been the fall of man
because we used that halo
to tie off
in a bathroom
smelling of secretion
and sacrament

that kinda bothered me
but didn't stop me

love, you told me afterwards
is God questioning
the morals of angels
before sentencing them to
earth

(4)

Ways to piss off God


i stopped believing
in god
(which is the only way
to piss off
an omnipotent being
who feeds on faith)

--

i used to talk to god
then he stopped listening.
so i started swearing at him
and he got offended.
stupid god.

--

i bought a church
and let it deteriorate.
refused anyone
who wished to worship.

--

working on....

when looking through
the pawn shop looking glass
we saw halos
next to wedding rings
thought it'd be funny
to buy one

use it as a frisbee

the next day
must have been the fall of man
because we used that halo
to tie off
in a bathroom
smelling of secretion
and sacrament

that kinda bothered me
but didn't stop me

love, you told me afterwards
is God questioning
the morals of angels
before sentencing them to
earth

(revision)

I'm coming home
often in alcohol
sworn at
in church hymns
which lust after us in bedrooms

the postcards i sent
and the poetry I wrote
litter your bathroom
where the razors
and the soap
echo evident emptiness

the person i once knew
writes only songs now
visits my arms like a stranger
never has the intent of coming back

our assimilation
and comprehension
of these augmented
adjacent sounds

is only the apparent behavior
of perversion;
love
and redemption