Bird Gehrls can fly ~~~ Antony and the Johnsons
As the sticky streets
lick their feet & toes-
barely touching them
barely there
They see her
her wing'ed shoulders droop-
down to the slick-back street
She is their night
Time sits on the curb
with the dregs, drunks-
disasters awaiting to come
Come gathering
Oh, Angeline-
bird girl of the city-
you are free-
falling at last
Streets sing out of sorrow
sex, seedy lines-
See how you sink them
sink me-
"Fly to me
please"
Along the shapeless oceans-
of city streets
where the pride preen
and pluck feathers from you
From your wings
O'er Oldham street down
to Tib street alleys
where the dark and wounded
Lay out before-
night-crawlers crowd
around
Let them slip and sing
to you -
Angeline
For I will wait, in the shadows
in the sticky-slick-backed streets-
Life has never been
satisfied
Here -
in the night
as the streets crawl
With the manna of the
moon, man
&
birds of the past
Adding your comment:
but I loved your write...it lets me imagine so much , it is sad , it is happy, it is the dregs filled with some hope...it was , it is and it will be the heartbeat of the city
I also felt alot of regret discust and hope and a great feeling of need, Then again, im always thinking something other than what things are
