THE COMX BOX OBSERVER

The Angel

The ANGEL glanced down,

caught sight of woman.

Not even the miracle

of the universe impressed him

 as much as those smoldering eyes,

those firm ripe breasts,

that promiscuous curve of hip.

He envied that act of climbing

one another’s body after dark,

& as night winds blew,

and bodies ignited,

lust and revolution bubbled

in his magical limbs and loins:

3 pair of wings, 2

for the covering of eyes, while

in the presence of the lord;

and sanctity was forever lost

in the orgasm of envy.

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Night

Nights, trying to dream;

the heater singing me to sleep.

Voices of operatic demons

entombed behind plastic ribs.

Civilization exhales

its keyhole of warmth;

heater squatting before me,

like a stunted god,

demonic munchkin.

I shiver in the shadow

of Neanderthal,

project the shadow woman:

pressed against far walls,

political refugee, evading

a searchlight’s fangs;

she is real as fear.

I cry out like Helen Keller:

the chill straightens its spine,

holds its breath;

I too, hold my breath:

like demons caged

by plastic ribs. I await

an answer, a word; exhalations

from a keyhole of warmth.

         

COMING SOON!

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