Angels In The Summer

I awaken to your soft skin in the desert

The dogs are barking

But I don't care

The sweet sound of tomato sauce

Pouring in the breeze

Today is Friday, in my mind

So who do you care about anyway

When the sun is tapping you on the shoulder

And expecting you to come back to life?

You are the process of elimination, aren't you?

Do you know what I'm talking about in this poem?

Don't you know it is your soul?

I'm guessing it's been years since we talked

For I am afraid of narcissists, aren't you?

I am hanging on the edge with your bow tie

And I want to wear it so badly

But I'm not the man in the relationship, you are;

You are a handsome and grossly man

Who likes to rip a butterfly's wings apart

And dress them over a caterpillar

Oh doesn't she look pretty

With her brand new wings?

Oh mama would be so proud of me!

For I am a fortune in disguise

Looking down on separate clouds

And enjoying the bullet holes in my shirt

Though I've never been shot before...

Maybe it's Cupid sending me a special message

I don't know why...I am healed

Maybe the bullet holes represent our relationship

Estranged and practically unfair

Maybe you can utilize me for your deviates

Or not utilize me at all

Whatever your soul records

It is a violent sound,

A violent sound for all to listen to.