07.07.07

by Charlie Newman

angels on the head of a pin
poolhalls                         
that vanish just like that
like the other sock in the laundry
or the shadow of a dream
except it wasnít a sock or a dream
and you canít get off it
and you canít get off on it

angels on the head of a pin
a small boy                 
you wonít let out
teetering             
on the edge
of his old address
betting on his past
betting on his past due

angels on the head of a pin
ambiguities hiding behind ambiguities hiding behind ambiguities
teetering on the edge
worried about their souls
withdrawing and                     
keeping you awake
with their golden trumpets
with their old trumpets






© 2007 Charlie Newman


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