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Stubs
poems with and about angels
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After I’ve got a brogue in the top of the head
I aroused my shape – half blood, half smile
and started to search through insanity’s view-finder
the hammer’s handgrip
to hack your ankles with,
not to be able to reach the ground anymore
***
Three hours ago I received a message
from the angels with flutters and vodka bottles,
it seems that there was a party at the Heaven’s gates;
they called me to enjoy them with my presence,
of course with approval from Saint Peter
In Heaven, the serene ones were sleeping
Reached in the middle of the lewd,
angels were dancing with voluptuous women, dressed
in shiny leather fixed on the fannies;
at the tables, the devils were shouting their tequila glasses
waving their tails underneath the seats
Hereabout the taproom, the guardian angel...
slightly dizzy, accepted me in the gang –
he ordered for fifty grams and a monkey wrench
Overreached the glass to me and took in his hand the wrench
and punched me
in a stub of wings ...
meaning that he won the wager
***
Beneath me: the gurney, the hammer and the bottle
of vodka,
the hot asphalt and plumes tracks
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