Advertisements

Bring Me My Angels

Muddling through tar-faced crashes,
frozen, wrapped with paralyzed skin.

If the luck plows gracefully into me,
one of them smashes into my jail.
She smiles huge, her fingers dance
on my face and inject high-speed love.
Oh, the unexplainable thrust of joy!

They swing on delicate, perfect legs,
their fingers smothering me in green,
plush, sweet jelly and bandages of milk.

Their arms wind and wrap smoothly
around my head millions of times.
Millions of assurances of permanence.

Bubbles of my blood tell me it is okay.
Sizzling threads of my shirt say, king,
go wrap yourself with their bodies
and dine in the sweetest nectars.

My angels arch their backs and
their necks are the smoothest fur.
Their eyes sprinkle grains of love.

The sieve sweeps softy  through
the gray of my mind, blubber lightens,
it starts to float and starts to charge
my frame with bolts of fused
shaking strokes from Picasso’s
brush, pulling all of the fog
deep into the fabricated carpet.

Losing faith in my god, I believe
in restoration for everyone save me,
but do not tell me angels aren’t
from the most special god.

My angels give me sparse,
brief moments of pure elation,
pure love, and without these
very brief moments, I would
have been gone long ago.

I want my angels with me,
wrapped around me with slick
juices protecting me from the
world forever, but my angels
are busy with chaos, fixing other
failures as heavily as they do me.

So my only wish is for these brief
moments to allow me to live.
Please, my angels, help me smile,
help me breathe, help me go slowly
in love.  Breathe slowly in love.

Advertisements

, , , , , ,

  1. #1 by undeniablymaybe on January 26, 2011 - 9:56 pm

    This is fantastic!

    • #2 by Carl on January 26, 2011 - 10:15 pm

      Thank you for stopping by and thanks for the comment. I appreciate it. Your blog is quite interesting – I’ll be visiting.

  2. #3 by Evelyn on January 27, 2011 - 12:11 am

    “Millions of assurances of permanence.

    Bubbles of my blood tell me it is okay.
    Sizzling threads of my shirt say, king,
    go wrap yourself with their bodies
    and dine in the sweetest nectars.”
    LOve this.
    each line leads so beautifully to the next

    • #4 by Carl on January 27, 2011 - 6:19 am

      You are very kind! I did not know the lines did that! I’ll keep learning. 🙂

  3. #5 by undeniablymaybe on January 27, 2011 - 7:22 am

    Thanks man, I have subscribed to you as well, and added you to my Blogroll links on my page. 🙂 Yes, please do keep visiting!

  4. #6 by dan on January 27, 2011 - 8:49 am

    So much great imagery. The angels enfolding, nurturing, keeping you alive, but not always there. “They are busy with chaos, fixing other failures as heavily as they do me”.
    So much to like and think about. Thanks for sharing.

    • #7 by Carl on January 27, 2011 - 8:41 pm

      Thank you, Dan -You’re very kind!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: