wings

what if i sailed away in this

very rain that trickles and

tickles my smelly street

 

puffy rice clouds become

dirty after all this ticking and tocking

so the big man directs to

go bring out the vacuum

and take out the bleach

make it all spitty spotty clean

 

the angels

blaze through the sky

with rich cotton wings

i squint and see an arrow

that misses them by an inch

i squint and see a halo

around their necks

that they constantly itch