If angels had wings they’d fly free from heaven
They’d bask in the twisted glories of man
Their skin tingling below white silk sleeves
Stomachs of golden ambrosia lurching
Heaven is warm, too warm
They’d feel the cold
How it makes you long for a flash of heat
But not too much
Life on earth is a flash
Like that of a backfiring tailpipe
So our angels come here
Cut their wings
Use the feathers to fill a pillow
Not sleep enough
Drink too much
Feel broken again
They’d pawn their halos
Get high on dirty science and –
Want to die
Given everything and wanting nothing
Is heaven that much different?
Perhaps brighter
And much more empty



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