I ran a piano bar for angels
off duty they'd tell me
stories of heavens and
the underworld sing
songs for the gods and
how eros was a tender
lover but when the five
shots took their toll they'd
weep about their clipped
wings and how humans
were destroying the
art they so fondly
sculpted with frozen
fingers they'd mourn
the times they walked the
earth and this one with
exquisite lapsis lazuli
wings gave me the wanderer's
guide to tarot she said
there's fate etched in
every line for they're the
love language of the
world the palm crease when
you caress a head the
faultlines of the crust the
stretch marks on a mother's
belly the laugh lines next
to your lips and your
eyes but we created
war in the crevices marred
the supple flesh with
scars and gashes
if I had a second chance,
I'd burn this shit to the ground
she said downing a
double malt whiskey