Need Some Angels?
Need some angels? You keep stumbling on
Broken pens, stolen ribs, lizards on rosebuds -
All to no avail the gallows:
They whisper that souls -
Damned or lost, of course -
Live in the green springing
From stone and concrete, those tall blades
Intractable until passers-by trample on -
Whatever- and I say whatever- be the harvest:
Grass, disappearance, healing herbs,
Do give your hands, soul:
Boys and girls looking out the window,
Brightly painted walls,
Life's a teen today -
Father, we talk dreams when cold rips off
When we long for brighter moments,
But grass shies away -
Will she ever say her name? -
Disappearance asks words for a date
Discord keeps schtum
Only in shining features -
Waves, angels, clouds -
Look, why this blue funk?
Afraid of addressing them or what?
C'mon, life, a bit of healthy blue
Doesn't bite, does it?
Well, maybe just kids and begetters -
Is that you, God?
Do they still call you no man's land?