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 wasn’t a sock or a dream
and you can’t get off it
and you can’t get off on it
angels on the head of a pin
a small boy
you won’t 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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