Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Fallen Angel ~ 2015 8 9

Every time the tap drips, an angel falls
From celestial heights (like a faucet),
Forever thrown from those heavenly spheres,
Lunging forward to plunge into the halls
Under the surface of the earth, where streams
Effluent flow out of rivers russet,
Nasty with the stench of dead souls, their tears
Tumble (like fallen angels) into hell.
Leaky faucets allow for broken dreams,
Infernal thoughts, and flooded basement floors.
Question not the logic of these verses,
Undertake to understand when a bell
In motion pictures rings, it opens doors
Decidedly closed by fervent curses.

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