I met an angel once, I did,
a’glow with warmth and heart.
The clock and I stood still, enthralled,
amidst the boisterous bustling crowd,
adoring the celestial air that set him so apart.
When the cherub shot me his dazzling smile
it lit up the entire room,
the skyline and the golden moon
on that night-time urban isle.

How can I be so sure, you ask,
if angels are quite rare?
My answer is that only one
as kind and true and fair
as he who set my cheeks alight,
could disappear so suddenly,
aided by the souls of kings,
on gilded angel’s wings.

You find it amusing
That a rational career gal
Actually watches sappy movies
And even though I deny it
You know that I am touched
You know that I am sentimental
You know so much about me

You find it amusing
That a cold logical person
Actually tears at films and books
And even though I deny it
You know that words can easily touch me
You know that songs can easily seduce me
You know so much about me

But did you know that I am so
Because of you
I am so
Only with you?

And you think you know
So much.

My dead sister was driving the sports car.
She sure looked different from when I saw her last
She had all her color back; a wild blond frame about her face.
The wind rolled all around us and she was doing at least 120 mph.

She laughed and the wind sort of pulled her laugh back to us
Where we sat in the back seat not sure how afraid to be.
She always only had one good eye and was a little spacey
And this being dead seemed to free her up to take more risks.

It was a red convertible with white leather seats.
The dashboard glowed with multicolored lights galore.
Someone was drinking a coke now next to me.
I started to not care if they spilled it on me.

I saw a car go over our heads and we were rolling upside down
She was still laughing and making signs that we should all just relax
We were all in her hands and here she was already dead
So what was there really to be afraid of?

It was good to see her wild, young and free, laughing.
Her death last winter had been more serious than a terrorist attack.
There were few smiles or laughs at the wake and funeral
She had been too young and the idea of cancer had swept us all away.

I liked waking up thinking about this freed, wild young woman
In the red Corvette, with the top down, doing 120 with one good eye.
Screw all those hold-your-breath tests and biopsies.
This was the way to die. I take it as a sign she’s happy where she is.

Gibberish and flibbertigibbet and bouillabaise–O my

I played scrabble with a woman who liked to shop in her dictionary for words, making me waitwaitwait & denying the spirit of the game besides; Christ was i desperate/how many ways of abasement were there, in the pursuit of bachelor fun?? Shall I be grateful for the ebbing of the hormonal wild horses, as kurt v was? Yes and nonono.

is zeus any more improbable than jehovah? both decline to return calls.

fellow–fell, owe–folio–fallow–ratio–the rest is left as an exercise for the reader

a bite a segment to be chewed digested disunited brewed unneeded andor toxic launched downstream the rest augments a paunch

a tongue dispenses words and fluid daytona swiftness wit of druid slidey glidey all abubble many ways to get in trouble

a masterpiece awaits your strings much like an actor in the wings if autonomic systems freeze before you make it–Tragic! SEIZE the day.

a date a laugh a kiss another this is my dad my mom my brother here’s the best man here’s the ring the kids the house the fall the spring the withering of skin and motive creature comforts make devotive the calendars new years will usher trickled time becomes a gusher look your lover in the eye and say i love you then goodbye

so since you’re not there yet, how about a little appreciation?