“The Angel Is On The Phone”

I had listened to you for so long you cannot even imagine

I had traced the outlines of your lips in hopes that they would drive me home

I had thought my breath, my heart beats could keep me living, alive

But this enduring could not chance, what has taken your friendship, your life

I knew it was coming.

Like Superman, like Batman from the light

It sounds stupid but the flash just kept beaming, before the coolness, before them

Before the coolness of…

You didn’t want to wander too long but you wanted to scare the bones from my skin

You didn’t want to be too far off but you wanted the rich kids to let you in

Her underwear was shiny from Barneys 

It smelled like uptown, of a daughter with an artist father

It smelled like a Schnabel, a Schnabel, and cut like broken plates, fractured faces

I came from the Midwest, I guess that the country could not be washed from my cheeks

the farms were just me at my best

I guess

The farms, the plains, are just me, I am plains, I am plain, I am fields golden with the

strain of the promise to fulfill a full harvest

The angels hold you now, bright in their full glory

And that is where you should rightfully be

This American flag that you took in one moment now waves there just only, just only

for me.

She was my best friend that stole the last of your kiss, she said she was my sister, yes.

Her companionship cost more than I could earn or expect, then you drew, then you kissed

then half a day less, you had passed.

Half a day less, you had drawn, she had laughed, then you passed love, you passed, i had called to find you had passed.