“Everything is an Angel”
Wake up the two o’clock hoof
dance the mildew, tracking basements
field mice thaw
to love the sound of cracking bug
vertebrae down your throat
to give the quiet never frilly rested
desperado in dessert chains, charmed
found the velvet killers’ gloves
on a monster farm
where girls shine on t.v.,
their gold belts
through the silver birds
their life lines crossed with love veins
if soirées could bless the demons
the razor light
to cotton the red of barns,
strawberry apples:
I met you in a refrigerated laundromat
beside a crystal boyfriend,
as if frozen liquid
machinery cries
hands made of kitchen sinks
could cold
somebody else’s joy by blowing by
unless your dress were to fray
the letters tied to bows
the river’s sleet
bloodied to carnations
all the drunken promises flapping
to rose bodies torn fingers
everything is an angel
when hideous times
when everything is an angel
when vipers to families
the poisoned puppets’ hands
squeezing the dew
smoothed fabric to nothing
the heat of your mark
chants the skeletons foresee
nimble horns, skewed fingernails
sawn-off twilights, ripples in plaster
ghost’s voice spells shrunken heads
blamed saints,
still woven to news stories
strength to cut anew
path through life
beyond every shadow world’s
lost shoeboxes
life glows evil in thatched obelisks.
nicholauspatnaude 
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