It’s Not All Doom And Gloom

Cops push out addicts
Living under bridges
Then talk them down
From jumping off them
Suicide rates are jumping
But it’s not all bad news
At least the stock market
Reached another high

Angel Light

In moonlit alley
Ashy clotted arms
Tangled silhouettes
Gather like crows

Rundown carousels
And jilted roller coasters
A perpetual creepshow
Of attractive nuisances

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