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Red on Yellow Will kill an Angel
In the rarest quiet of my mind
I think about you sweet Angel love...
the maelstrom of users and abusers
that splashed your wings with blood.
Smeared coal dust under your pretty sad eyes
rusted out the final diamond of your life.
They say, your mind yearns to stray
as you loyally drag it from the fire
to save it from the serpents
the hiss of their red and yellow lies.
It's often said there's no escaping a past
pocked with sinkholes filled with quicksand and glass .
what of the future, that psychedelic maze
with the slanted floors under thins veil of haze..
Juggling blowtorch pins
with stained glass faith
hoping to keep the soul bow
a single gull note
above the dorsal fin waves.
Copyright ©
Anthony Biaanco
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