Battered Angels
Nathaniel Street-West
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So now! Coming out of the languid water Shimmering from brightness of The American night There, over there! Alive the city But wait it’s far away Walking distant days, Driving distant hours It is alive though It’s said to be so Alive in the mute aliveness of being alive Like a good muffled kick drum… ah! Music That’s one of the reasons why Why the city alive does there lie in lye “Don’t lie to me” Say’s the dirty scoundrel who aches all day Taking away my thoughts to be placed in abstract morality based, Dry with clink stains, Dry Dry as a bone, how mutely solemn it is to grow up there The only thing bringing water Being your flaming tongue, with words of existentialism “Here try this” “What is it, peyote?” “It is indeed,” says the coyote” “Ah! Everything now much, much more dryer” Oh no that won’t do, And away I walk Like a battered angel (aren’t we all) Escaping from the war Now I’m out alone in the moonlit night Again seeing the city… Alive I tell ya! It ain’t so groovy though, when you’re in it Drowning in the selfish day Ah again! Away! Eagle bearing sorrows but I think “So! It’s a beautiful bird. Take me away oh fare hawk.” Now lying in a gutter beside an outskirt road High stalks of weed’s all around To my left out of the gutter, High straws and above a starless night… Why? Because to my right across the highway Across more weeds and stalks of brown floral, An airport in its selfless mutiny (Bright lights lighting up, oh i’d say at about) 200 yards away the whole of it infamously stands (Rather than wonder who I am or where I am) Like all occurrences during night and day I travel on foot, leave my car parked behind me Seems as i’d taken a nap, Although you can’t really be sure in a place like this “Where am i”? I say Then, looking at my shoes, say “just kidding,” and walk on Crossing the highway For now completely absorbed in the moment It seems like i’ve had this dream before But don’t it always Walking now through lugubrious fields of brown tall grass And gravel, I come to the concrete runway Clouds, many clouds, must be the reason for no stars…i think. So I get back to my car in what seemed like a shudder of a millionth, (Billionth of a second) (Tick-clocking, tick-tocking it’s way closer to a second) And what it calls an infinity Really being less than a minute… Much like us waiting for death “Death in time my son” The grandfather clock groans Ah! Draw the curtain! I’m getting out, Look outside… It’s the american night Maestro! Some jazz
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Written by: Nathaniel Street-West
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