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.