ANGELS HUNGER DEEPEST
by SmBurnside / 11 July 2012

Angels hunger deepest for the
dying of each
Day
When cancer
dines like Teddy R. at
The Waldorf
& suicide joins as honored guest
When they hand out bills like
tricks from Fisherman's Wharf
When murder & theft become mere play
Angels surely hunger deepest for the
dying of each
Day.

Angels pine deepest for the
dying of each
Day
Hanging downy
wings on
splintered coat racks &
rest on porch swings for that
neighborly chat
When they add fresh water to
vased morning nosegays
Angels surely pine deepest 
for the
dying of each
Day.

Angels sigh deepest for the
dying of each
Day
In carnival
colors
kalaidascoped skies
close down for the season
dimming earth's drowsy eyes
red barn doors shut tight to keep
out all grey
Angels surely sigh deepest for the
dying of each
Day.

Angels crave deepest for the
dying of each
Day
Reading novels by
bed-light they doze
& dream of
leisurely strolling on
grasses & snows
with no wings to bind them
or "hark!" them away
Angels surely crave deepest for the
dying of each
Day.

EYE HAD YOUR BOOK

by SmBurnside / 5 July 2012

Eye had your book.

The comfort of papyrus

A tastefulness of olde

Vellum scribed & rolled--

Illuminata in the Highest

The Cmajor Om of

Fluttering Ages

In our Blue

By & By.

Your book had I.

HEAVEN AFTER-HOURS
by Sue Burnside / 11 July 2012

I'm so tired I'm
Folding these wings right up,
Hanging them up for the
Day on the bathroom door hook.
Is it possible?
So tired.
Give me the darkest shades
A weighty Harley jacket
Levi's & Doc Martin's
A two-tone purple
Hog to ride on into the night
To leave all
Compassion behind.
To drop all Heralds from
My pockets like
Abandoned ginko leaves
Parasailing
                    Into
                             Fall.