Dragging Heaven for Rabid Angels

Dark shadows,

sins that sit in the corner

brood.  The impossible eyes

try to see the gasps, the sighs

the applause of bare white

shivering thighs

and the knuckles of the zombie

gorilla.

dragging

The river knows neither

or nothing

of murder, or evidence or

autopsy. The cadaver

rises with menacing grin

crossing the membrane

between this world

and hell.

heaven

Has a meteorologist

who knows that only God

could live in clouds

loudly painted by perpetual 

dawn and eternal dusk.

This foaming, frothing

bubble bath is bathed in 

adrenaline and musk 

and hydrophobia.

rabid

Animals however

need their night

to fill with sex and crime

and fear.  And light

is mined by dilated eyes

and soap opera

politics that flicker

on the screen.
Black and white.

angels