A Renaissance Angel
Your serene ignorance
Of a certain beauty
Is like the hate of a dog
A barking dog who recruits
Followers to a crusty band
Hearts beating wildly
They write your boneheaded wisdom in books
They move their lips a s they read
Ignorant to your perpetrations
Blue lips
Words after words
A drug infused rant
Of idiocy
Never finding the meaning
It escapes you
Dogged persistence of meaningless
Golden curls of tobacco
As you stand against the wall
Your back to the crowd
You can’t face your accusers
A gracias move toward the door
The filtering of light
To the point of madness
It is your madness
And you want to share it
She was mute
With the fierce look of the devil
Melting down to the core
Two dimensional questions
A careful distortion
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