Angels Waiting In A Bar At The End of A Lonely World~

There’s a bar

in Barcelone

made of pyrite 

and prayers god forgot  to answer

layered in the old foundation

and walls;

sometimes the bar shimmers

and hops a ley line in the bent arm of mother earth

pounding for the last vein

and ends up else wheres

 

This week it insinuated its architecture

over a dance club at the Jersey shore

and o dear, can you see the sharks at the shoreline

lined up

the smell of blood in the air

their tattoos liquid under the sweat

and the pant pant, grunt

shifts the feathers from an angel’s wing

into the treasure of her spine

 

There’s another angel at the bar

disdain in her shot glass

her reflection in smudges

the crawling  boys beneath the dark web of her lashes

“forty lashes!”

and that would be Gabriel

the most bitter of them all

spurs in wicked quick silver

bullet eyes

boys with big egos left in oily stains

in the dust of his foot steps

 

Girl angel in blue

sings Peruvian blues

splinters in her puzzled night

dying is nothing new

“another!”

that would be Michael

elbow deep in his own tragedy

doing

shots

shots

shots

while LMFAO

pounds its incessant drunken joy

from a jukebox

 

What do angels do

without a god?

Well, like us, they make up their own rules.

 

There’s a bold girl

with bold hair

piled high

in laughter;

anything goes

goes the last call

for alcohol

welcome!

a whole lot of dying is about to begin

 

Angel blue

sings sea shore blues

at a quiet bar where drinks pour themselves

and the shots sound like trumpets

and the scrolls are burned

unopened

night

after night

in a bar

at the end of a lonely world

god forgot

 

 

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Reviews

[Reese38]

I was thinking along the same lines as Lily, while reading your substantial writing. How you wrap the center of mankind's longing up in modern mythology and deliver it with shots that also hold cubes of irony, is genius.


Angel blue

sings sea shore blues

at a quiet bar where drinks pour themselves

and the shots sound like trumpets

and the scrolls are burned

unopened

night

after night

in a bar

at the end of a lonely world

god forgot


A powerhouse of a poem!

[anaisbelieve]

I love the weaving of current culture (LMFAO, dance clubs) with Biblical myth.

[Nobody]

Touching image, this bar, this den of forgotten or discarded prayer. This suited my soporific mood perfectly tonight and I am grateful, sort of. Its a fun game to play, to praise God's creation, the perfection of the forest, the pine needle, the peacock, the sunrise. And so many times in praising God's creation have I found myself as machine waste under the lathe, the hopeless and pathetic sworf of my life, which is praiseless and useless. With others around too, in such corners of Insult, where it seemed the Sun shone everywhere but here. I wish I had the courgae to slit my wrist with a pen like other writers. I cannot mount this Beast. I am edified now. Sorry for these silly personal rantings. Your poem was/is perfect.

[Sethnicity]

Wow... You have magic in your pen tips... I would review more but I feel I should learn before I speak.

[FireWoman]

The damn sharks can smell a damsel in distress a mile away, they wait and pick them like ripe apples from the tree night after night. If they only knew they deserved better and sex doe not equal love or acceptance. Sad situation... except watching a girl reject a shark, priceless!

[Shalini Dinesh (Poet's ..]

It makes up a strong poem, with deep words and bold expression..

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

You tell such a darkly delicious tale. Depths and layers, comparisons back to humans while arcs of mythology allow it to slip into the unconscious.

[John Patrick Robbins AK..]

A brillant work of art my friend and no reason I love it course i love write dealing with a bar but this deep work shows a true gift with words my friend im a fan for sure keep posting and stay crazy

[Skin]

very nice thankyou

[Brad]

sadly, i think this place is real...i may see if they need an infernal bartender when i'm gone...maybe we'll see each other there...first round is on me folks!

[SpokenWord]

Awww I like the boldness of your pen to question the notion that God has forgotten about us and how that would affect even angels. I love the references to Revelations and the burning of the unopened scrolls made me think there will be no end to this madness we created here on earth. Lovely is your ink that burns myth into religion as a tale told over shots in the bar with some of the most famous angels of all.