Fallen Angels


Changed a line that’s been bugging me since I wrote this.–jrs

Originally posted on Narble Furt Lives:

Rhinestones on the bushes,
gossamer in the trees,
when you hear her call your name
it drives you to your knees.

The sky will build cathedrals
that rise beyond your sight,
the leaves will show their colors
and lift you with their light.

Her blood as hot as coffee
in a bone-white china cup,
her eyes can light your cigarette,
but you don’t mind burning up.

Her secret skin is buttermilk,
her form too good for god,
her love is like the smell of sea
where glaciers go to thaw.

You are both fallen angels,
that’s what you are,
trying to grasp this truth of bone
so near and, yet, so far.

We are all fallen angels,
above us only sky.
We are all fallen angels,
forgotten how to fly.

(You can hear the musical version of Fallen Angels here: http://jamesrichardstewart.com/music/ )


Borrowed this image from http://rapgenius.com/Angel-us-god-over-everything-lyrics#note-2268286

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All Two Human

(With apologies to Bob Merrill, who wrote the doggie in the window song.–jrs)

Who is that drunkard in the mirror,
the one with the waggley face?
Who is that drunkard in the mirror?
I swear I’ve met him someplace.
He wasn’t there this morning,
he wasn’t there last night,
but he’s certainly here this evening,
how did he become such a sight?
It could be the shots of tequila,
it might be the five shots of rum,
did it start with a beer in the morning?
To a demon he must have succumbed.
He’s laughing at me in the bathroom.
He’s howling at me from the page.
I curse him and gather my ego,
my honor will not be assuaged.



(top: ilya-sarkovsky.deviantart.com; bottom: planetperplex.com)

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Heat Sentence

Heat creeps,
ready to pounce,
cook us to fork done,
until night licks our bones,
gleaming in the moonlight.



(top: en.wikipedia.org; bottom: ask.com)

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Warm and Round

The night is still and round.
An ocean rises from city traffic
as my skin rejoices the fan
whirling from the ceiling.
I sit where the dog sleeps
when he’s here.
I can almost hear
his stir and stretch
as he dreams his dreams,
but he is far away,
farther than the train
blaring an intersection
on the other side of the river.
The clock ticks as it has
for two hundred fifteen years.
My clock has ticked
for sixty-five years plus
one hundred and three days.
I have a lot to learn.
I am blessed:
this warm round night will teach.


Mr. T curled up

(top: eyadstudio.com; bottom: Toulouse, best dog in the history of dogs)

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Gears Go Still

The brain spring goes flat,
unwinding with a sound
somewhere between a
hiss and a sigh.
The clutch goes in;
the gears slowly spin to still;
the light goes out;
the secret world chuckles:
“my turn.”
All I can do
is hope to remember.


dream view

(top: internationalsprings.com; dream: bestmusicbook.com)

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Surely Blue

The horizon is bright, high, blue and white,
features hidden in layers of cotton.
Where I live you cannot see
this blue from the ground,
the variations of it, the transition
from bright to dark and back.
I think I used to be able to see
the blue change with the arc of sun,
but I can’t be sure.
I used to pretend I was sure.
Oh yeah, I say, the blue changes
with the day, you just have to watch.
As people get younger
they seem to smirk more,
so I’ve stopped showing them the sky.
All they have to do is look.
I mean, their eyesight has to be
better than mine, doesn’t it?



(top: desktopwallpaperhd.net; bottom: mirianda.com)

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Haiku–Cawing Me Out

Two crows with a nest
tell me they’ll peck my eyes out
if I don’t move on.

I say it’s okay
and try to talk back to them.
They do not listen.

It’s not until I
start laughing that they hear me.
My caw comforts them.

crow caw crow caw2

(left: o-i-see.com; right: allposters.com)

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Seventy-one years:
The living men persevered.
Today, we are free.

D-Day launch


(top: history.army.mil; bottom: nationalinfantrymuseum.org)

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Haiku–Morning Trumpets

Lilies trumpet morning,
swaying in the ocean breeze:
the color of day.



(top: plant-care.com; bottom: wallcoo.net)

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Haiku–Brick and Mortar

Bricks upon more bricks;
playing with mud holds them tight.
Sore: understatement.


adobe circle

(brick: obsidiandesign.com; circle: backdoorsurvival.com)

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