Angel Light

In every city’s closet
There is that one house
At the end of the street
With reputations

Justified or not
Where the poor
And the addicted
Often take respite

Behind the house’s alley
Ashy clotted arms
Tangling silhouettes
Gather like crows

Rundown carousels
Haunted fun houses
A perpetual creepshow
Of attractive nuisances

Like bare veined angels
With come fuck me eyes
Pinhole sized pupils flash
Dirty wheedle smiles

Misbegotten crucibles
Red hot and glowing
Spoon splayed fixes
From dimly lit whores

Strung out and starved
Her flickering spark
Lost and afraid
Within my dark

Published by subversopus

I am a loveable and squeezable poet and writer. I live in beautiful Oregon with my cat and boyfriend. I love long distance hiking and have completed the entire lengths of the Appalachian Trail (2002, 2014) The Pacific Crest Trail (2012) and the Continental Divide Trail in (2013). Please check out my blog, and my poetry only blog, Cheers and have a kick ass day!!!

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