Sunday, December 04, 2016
Angels
Linc Hess
never took "City of Angels"
seriously. Until he saw some.
Oh not the whimsical creatures
hauling wings around, but actual
beings.
On van Nuys, a guy handing out
playground equipment to hiving
kids.
Began glowing!
Now Gretch and he were no angels!
No way!
But some little something about
them was.
If...they could talk again, maybe
THAT could come out, and not all
the neurotic shit: gnashing!
But her latest was a wildcatter,
and they were going somewhere in
the world unknown to search for oil.
Wildcatters at their age! All boom-bust
should be unknown after forty!
Linc did text her that he had been
wrong so many times.
She answered. “Wrong right so WHAT
now? As always, I'm moving on.”
Nothing angelic there.
Labels: angel, boom-bust, City of Angels, Los Angeles, oil, oil exploration, relationship, wildcatting
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Particular Proverbs
If she were hanged
for her beauty, she’d die innocent.*
The landscape of her sisters, an end-
less plain. Though, hollows
hold ponds reflecting sly
angels of Earthly Paradise.
*Irish Proverb
Labels: angel, beauty, proverbs, ugliness
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Afterlife
He knew Hell, like, already.
From the sour sonabitch
who ruined worklife every
black morning: Harangue or bit-
ter saw vibrating even now. Can
the feathered flits drown such by
winging it? Providing raw music
to dance athwart till he detects
a partner loose enough
for Paradise?
