Acrid Angel
Lulled in to the calm
by the acrid angel,
wings full spread
deceptive eyes so warm and free,
set aflame by shapely image,
golden vestments conjured
so lurid...
arms raised as
knees dropped,
paid in reverence to human need.
We talked of sensuality,
we lay together!
We review the brief strand of history
intermingled with pillowed clouds,
extended hand reassures;
caressing hair-like extensions,
as the other pours!
Our glasses full,
we toast the future:
endeavour and conquest!
and drink some more.
Wasted, the truths out,
wings were bought at the dollar store,
acrid breath from vomit and too much vodka prior,
extensions a wig, and a poor one at that,
extended hand turned to a fist that couldn't hit a target,
glasses now tipped, both on their ear,
the union classic, passed out through the years.