Iteration I: Speaking of Angels– Cooing Calmness on Cotton Clouds
Lolloping lakes of lilting liquid love
Floof from forgotten forests of fog.
Mountainous molars of music munch
Into sonorous skies of silent sound.
Harbors humming heavy with helium helicies house
insects that inject heavenly hosts
With their due-daily dose of insulin.
Yes, diabetic angels try hard
real hard
Not to cry sugar tears
Plink plunking tragically on anemic harps
As porridge colored youth pluck pebbles
Of prescription from Mama’s medicine cabin-
ets jus’ so sad.
Plink plunk.
Iteration II: Speaking to Angels– Betrayal
Sneak away, now
Snakes that you are.
You scorn the serpent
He: Legs lost post-
Edenly, You: winged,
Glorious, perched in shining Hall-
Eluyah.
Iteration III: Angels Speak—Moping
Nobody likes us
Everybody hates us, we’d
Better go eat worms
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Glow-in-the-Dark Gummo-Wormos!
The Leftern Wall 