Lingering felonious angel
look to the sky...
eagle eyed and grinning.
Tremble beneath the azure waning,
like repentant arches of cathedrals.
The host of night sleeps
still dripping amber,
over a honey coated star scape
of the brave and loving Venus.
As the beaming sketches
of the climbing night time
climaxes into feathered quatrains,
A sweetness chases
a thorny kiss
into the beckoning lambs of night.
My heart swells
and stretches across the city's limits,
and the neon monuments
answers the midnight vagrants.
The southeastern fog horns
and lonely sea vessels,
Pass each other in the morning tides.
I sustain myself on their echoes.
