Conversation with an Angel

“If a mother put her daughter
Twenty minutes under water.
Not to give her any trouble,
Just to see the funny bubbles….”

“Like you maybe she was,
Ever playing ‘Who’s the Boss?’
Long St.Martins she wore
And always was such a bore”

“And yes, I do know black magic.”
“But Harsh, isn’t that tragic?”
“Not really, I finished my beer.”
“So that’s why you are so queer!”

“Your head is just full o’ straw”
“With one eye closed I can draw.
Can you?” she dares to ask.
I turn and put on my mask.

“You can’t fry children alive..”
“But they taste so good at five!!”
I pull out my hair and whine.
“It’s black, but still it shines..”

“Caterpillars are back,” I say.
“They never were gone, were they?
Young adults are really funny
With their noses no longer runny..”

“I can shout at a pitch so high..”
She yells and I say, “Goodbye,
And sorry for all this mess,
She’s lost it now, Her Highness.”

A blue teapot that flies around,
No magic carpet on her ground.
Potatoes take forever to boil,
Mustard, sesame…CHEESE oil?

“A leech is in my gut, I’ll die.”
“Not before I catch this fly.”
“I wouldn’t mind a voodoo dance.”
“I’ve seen Hell. ‘Tis called France.”

“I can hit you with my knee..”
“You never gave me the Herbal Tea.”
Drops of water make me cold.
“Swimming is for really old.”

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“Why did you come now, after all?”
“I couldn’t keep scribbling on the wall.”
“Schlaf gut, und Tschuess, mein Schatz"
My castle made of wrinkled cards.

“Hab solche Angst allein zu sein,”
I know you do, my li’l Rotwein.
The road is long, but free you are
To do your will, and leave no scar.

“If a mother put her daughter
Twenty minutes under water.
Not to give her any trouble,
Just to see the funny bubbles….”

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..She bent down and kissed the last rays of the sun glowing on his lips. Far below, a desperate sea slapped the rocks, throwing a fine spray of white blood on their cheeks. The confused wind lost in his hair wailed to be let out. Her fingers played stupid games on his neck, endlessly drawing question marks that grew bigger every minute....

Interlude: (from somewhere in the distance.....)

"You've gotta make your own kind of music
Sing your own special song
So make your own kind of music
Even if nobody else sings along

You're gonna be nowhere...
The loneliest kind of lonely.
It may be rough goin'.
Just to do your thing's the hardest thing to do.

But you've gotta make your own kind of music........"

-- Cass Elliot

(...fades to nothingness on some old gramophone)

.....He woke up in sweat. The wet sand on his shoulders reflected the starlight and the sound of his heavy breathing blocked the noise of a now violent sea. A light drizzle began to fall on the deserted expanse around him. He closed his eyes, feeling the drops slide down his back and mellow the warmth of his sweat. A shadow cloaked the moon and slowly, the remnants of the nightmare he had run from began to crawl around him again.
He closed his eyes and slept no more.

Flight of an Angel

And so I say goodbye.

This is the end.
When time ties rude knots
On my wrists,
Gags my words,
And doesn’t let me hear your pain.

You were here
And I failed to see you.
All this while,
The slimy curtains of fickle laws
Hid the truth like they always do.
And now,
When your smell has just reached me,
The threat of 6000 air miles
And abruptly ended lives
Leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

You and I have learned
How maddening it is
To burn day after day
In a mindless routine
Surrounded by laws that come alive
In every relaxed moment night after night,
And dance to their own horrid chants
Like stewards of an ancient cult.
The pyres of countless dreams
Hopes and simple wants
Shoot a black smoke
That stings my eyes.
I cannot see you.
You fade…

A late and worthless attempt I made,
With all my handicaps.
A whisper? Or was it my dream?
No..
The faint gold that shines on my pillow
Is as real as the tear-stain on my shirt.
Pathetic it was,
But we are beyond forgiveness
Between us.

And so I say goodbye.

Go,
With all my blessings and affection
And with love as you need.
Lessons in bravery are futile
When the war is within us,
And the enemy is Courage itself.
I cannot give you more,
For I have been robbed of free hands.

Remember,
That in hope is all life curled.
An ever-fertile womb it is,
And as long as we die
Untimely and useless deaths,
It will rekindle again and again.
Remember Hope,
And the blue of your eyes shall never grey.

For my part,
I will remember
The shadow that always confused me,
The warm sand that teased my bare back
That long summer night
Making me lose track
Of the face in the clouds,
And the angel that left dark-red bloodstains
On a dusty, neglected floor.

So I say goodbye .......