angel lost her halo
Angel bee-bopped her way down Centre Avenue.
her headphones belched out Bad Company's
"good lovin' gone bad.
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
good lovin' gone bad"
her hip rose colored shades slid
down the bridge of her suntanned nose.
pushing her glasses back into place,
Angel side-stepped an oily puddle in the street
left from last month's storm.
She didn't want to get her wings dirty.
Angel had been trying so hard to prove herself.
she thought she could surf into Heaven
if ONLY she could get the airpoet to unlock the gates.
Angel's make-up was starting to melt in that
downtown heat she walked thru.
thick black mascara dripping
a hairline fracture under black eyelined vision.
cheeks clumped with "cappuncino" blush
that streaked deeper as each bead of sweat bled down her face.
the stench of bus fumes and fermenting garbage on the curbs
attacked her soft skin and clung to each pore.
Angel tried to "stay cool". She really did.
In times of love, he'd beg her to "stay cool".
she listened... listened intently.
clinging to words like a last breath of life.
Angel knew how to dance...
not like a showgirl who could make money from it,
but like a rokker...
she knew the rhythm of the high.
in one of the movies that she made in her head,
Angel danced... a long skirt flowing...
a swaying and so-cool motion
that made you feel the smoke in her blood... made you see her laser lites.
she only wanted to dance for peace tho...
he was the only one who would understand... the only ONE.
and less is more... or so they say..
Angel took just a few more hits.....
and kept on bee-bopping down Centre Avenue to the fone in her ear
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hhmmm, having been put in the position of "trying" to be clever with the content of this bio, i find myself at a loss. i'm better at the impromptu i believe. anyway, i write "poetry" which my family and friends patronizingly say is fine. however, the professor at our local college, (Bucks County, Pa. Poet Laureate for several years) seemed to have quite a different and less complimentary opinion. (smile).. i write for therapy which is more than any person should expect. it seems to be safer than medication and a lot less expensive.
i'm not an artist, a photographer, a musician, or a math teacher. i do APPRECIATE art, film, music and i like math. (smile).. i travel the highway and i have 13 earrings in my left ear. that's all i can think of that's "clever". |
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