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an old poem that I have not revised.


Submitted:Mar 29, 2012    Reads: 10    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


Bring me a Cangel not an angel,

A Cangel has all colors of the light-

It has five wings instead of two

Two for the arms two for the legs,

and one for the extra height.


I want my Cangel all muddy and depressed

So when the light is fixed just so,

I can see its frown and its glow.


It has ten eyes and four backs

So it can see you stab one and laugh like a cat-

It stands taller than any tree,

and licks the apex of the mountains frost-

It douses everyone in tears when it becomes lost.


You can slit its flesh until abstract

veneers dry to crust,

but eventually you will have to walk

in its red, red dust.


My Cangel peeks through my windowpane

like a child who wants to play-

I smile at my beautiful Cangel,

but I never know what to say.





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