Wednesday, April 17, 2019
the ugly angel in transit
long fringe strings drift loosely
trailing back from the leading edge
of the ugly angel's singular knife boot
as it slices so elegantly
through the pluroma
there are short skeins of fringe
and longer sections which have more structure
these sections remind one more of the qualities
of tensile eyelashes
though small blinding symbols of white light
sometimes arc along their surface
to be released at the trailing tips
while some of the symbols
are absorbed into the needle-like tips
of the angel's convoluted hose-labyrinth-wings
whose gooey lyre-like centers do not exactly
render them aesthetic
if you squint your eyes you can almost
see the ugly angel's face inside of its
spiked spiral-patterned cone helmet
not that you'd want to see it
the bald head is deeply cloven
like a loaf of bread in which the
baking has gone awry, and the nose
is extremely long and resembles
twinned spoons laid face en face
but the chin is the worst
underneath a torn and craggy black mouth
which does not bear mentioning again
two tightly wound spiral tentacles
(ivory?, lard? insectoid horn cheese?)
are turning away from one another
whose centers are each
a huge misshapen hairy purple nipple
and rather crooked
each like a rumpled top hat
worn by an old timey bum
as it rustles through the universe
soft keys of trash on warm plates
a little time and space blasted flower
grows out of the knee
of the integral singular
pluromal knife-boot extension
but basically it has been pared down
to a worn nub
oh yes
and then there's the angel's
transparent jelly-neck-sac
protected by its wings and helmet
sometimes it's pink
ans sometimes it's yellow
but you can always see the little tadpoles
or something swimming in it
maybe little jimmy durante manta rays
i haven't any clue
anyway
at night when the angel
cuts the pluroma slower
and its helmet has gone opaque
and the angel is possibly sleeping
then you can kind of catch your
breath
then the angel looks for
all the world
like a divine and feathery stylus
inscribing a huge soft block
of unendingly murmuring nacre
oh the unendingly murmuring nacre
makes so many kinds of angels
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