Lost angel 


to earth, perennial 

bulb of fire, man 

eating lion head—bloodied 

blossom billow, 

billow your thistles 

in the wind—

shadow blossom, bloom 

balloon, paint petals 

of flesh as wide as streets, blackened 

paint of ashes 

from my obliterated body 

as smooth as suede painted 

on the wings of stone 

and cobbled sidewalks of cities. 

Every body, 

this body sways,

unfurling in warm wind—

your bulbous body 

like millions of petals 

aflame sparkle 

in my dying eyes.