filling up with blood
this twisted spine
suffocated this angel of mine
falling through the radar dust of space
he landed in an open plan workplace
where he set pen to paper with delight
and bought himself a team of four online
he took it to see a famous streetlight
at exxon in newark off the turnpike
tracing a straight line
this crooked hand
describes a life in wounds to tired men
angel reaching from the roots entwined
towards me & my monkey in the bread line
and how his cup of joy was filled with hair
wearing motley in vanity fair
they buried him after the evening prayers
beneath the m&m store in times square