Tonight, when the angels
come for me, I will fool them
into staying longer than expected.
I will give them wine
and tell them that it’s water
steal their wings when
their halos are misdirected.
It’s the only way
to get a good thing
from any angels sent to save you.
Because they know
nothing but the light
they think they live in,
angels don’t understand
what it means to
need forgiveness.
Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2010. All rights reserved.
Black marker on cut out magazine paper (mostly from ads).
Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2010. All rights reserved.
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I realized after reading your poem
how small my fish tank is
and how I forget to care for it
on account of having to deal
with bankers who are real sharks.
.
I wish I had rabbits right now.
And knew enough to care for them.
And knew how to sell them
like your poetry book
that I have in my hands.
.
I know of your urges
and I have broken in tonight
to share with you
a memory of summer asphalt
cooled by a fire hydrant
spitting through a tin cylinder
knocking over laughing
children who never saw
a lighthouse or dewy grass.
.
I stole that from no one.
.
But I know what you mean
about secretly wanting an end.
.
Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2010. All rights reserved.
Guest artist, Gabriel Toromoreno (10). Paint on paper.
Copyright © gabriel toromoreno, 2010. All rights reserved.
