Angels
She was a choir of white angels
in consummation to triangles
A sparkling drama queen and
she played the piano, obscenely
her faith was in destiny
motherland, he left me, sailing
while our father’s heart was beginning to fail
Another time, a historical prodigy
I have lost the will to tell the tale
They stared into the archetype
my memories on display
A sick euphoria, a forsaken paranoia
She sat on the roof in the mountains
Gloria can you hear her voice above the static
the schizophrenic.
Beside her sat her lover who was a musician
She lost her mind again and again
like a seizure against a white wall
amnesia, like a seizure
on everything that meant anything at all
we stood up to their gross armies
for anyone he engineered harmless
crazy, we stood up to them defiantly
only no one stood beside her but me
I fell asleep listening to Elliot Smith
guitar riffs and I was
praying serenity
begging serenely
for God to take the madness away
from my mother’s country
I sometimes thought I made the atomic matrix
all in my head I would never be the victim
Because of how she dreamed on screens
this machinated haunting of our undead tv
computer keys and his disorder
damn yeah I know it’s mean
so cruel this new world order.
I know its cold outside but its dark in my soul
we are in the city, a sad winter storm
I dreamed of running through the mountains
tossed my wishes into a holy wishing fountain
through fields as a tiger and sunflowers
glowing weeds over poisoned foundations
I woke up from a coma on valentine’s day
and sang hello between the bars to elliot
the ocean’s tears shining violently
through my brother’s eyes
a weeping guitar; a singing song
I made love to a concubine red star
I thought of the band
I thought of the man
some guy named Jim and all my wrongs
clones of my family
As the waves of euphoria crashed
over and over through me
against the white wall of injustice
that they wanted me to forget it all
and I refused to become
the same category
a schizophrenic.
I would save the world from all the bad guys
be a hero to man kind again and I would never ever die
but God was sowing a symphony in the sky
too busy to notice as I took flight
off the edge of the tower
and he was going blind with all that super power
for all the beauty he had seen
and I was a spoiled brat that no one could trust
and I felt the world was so mean
too late to be a paranormal beauty queen
and I gave
the angel an obscene story
to write the day I turned to dust
and depressive as it must be
I broke my lover’s heart just to save myself
from the poison in his curse’s potion
and as we died we died with no emotion.