Risen Angel
"I know you're not an angel and the Lord is a man."
-Andrew Tkacht 02/03
Perhaps I flew once
with black wings unfurled behind me
air streaming around me
a white waste land below me
but feet trapped in combat boots
are too heavy to lift off the ground.
If the Lord is a man
then he is no lord of mine
I belong to no man.
If he is not man
then perhaps I am an angel:
bringer of light, of hope, of happiness.
No I am not an angel;
the light at the end of the tunnel
is just oncoming traffic,
blinding illumination before permanent darkness,
happiness is found at the bottom of a bottle
that doesn't last nearly as long as it used to,
and hope comes in the form of little blue pills
prescribed against my will.
No, I am not an angel
and the lord is a man
selling others' favors
a taste of heaven for twenty-one bucks.
Heaven and Earth meet at the feet
of my father's lazy boy
as I am judged unfit.
Swift blow across the face-
Slut.
No, I am no angel and my father
is only a man, and no lord of mine
a black trench coat won't fly,
I was only falling.