noisy angels

 

noisy angels drag the sound system down.

cherub thoughts mugged by sensation and tightrope-hanged saints. holy umbrellas dangle frigid digits that roll the tickertape sermon of hidden plagues.

indifferent ancient rains fall profoundly.

rationality dismembered in a drive-by interview; collision echoes eyes and entrails.

mechanized Mecca fed murder-stuffed broadcast cakes and cackle-mouthed tricksters who sing Dow Jones “hallelujahs” and a franchised “amen.”

the savvy sun shines golden.

rapist preachers sling muddy comets at all public deeds. good and evil are just two more flavors to tongue about in speculative social copulation.

the oblivious yard-kids laugh majesty.

if not for beautiful nuisances, we would be imbibed by a news-puppet’s misuse of murder metaphor or crushed by a politician’s porky vacation package.

and the crystal waves would happily lap empty shores.

 so I smile defiance with the rebellious chirping of finches, and blindly rove on.

Reviews

[Emily B]

I don't think I've ever seen a quiet angel. They do their best work laughing and shouting and singing and stomping and wrestling and . . . well, you wrote an amazing piece of work. And I was glad to come and witness it. Looking forward to discovering more of your poetry.

[Sharkapillar]

I love the flow of this, and the idea behind it--and the title. :D Great write, keep it up!