ANGELS ON MY SHOULDER
the scale of my misfortune
frightens those about me
as my mother said though tell me
Tell me something anything
before I’m dead. Don’t make
me plague your dreams, like last
night wanting you to drive us home
dad asking where you hid his flat cap
bullying you down Main Street
Garry already in the driver’s seat
waiting to turn into the Exchange.
Consider angels on your shoulders
Arguing the afterlife is better
cleaner after all, no more
toilet tissue tearing
No more picking up
after your pooch let’s
print the form MAiD to order
give you some time to think it over
music we’ll choose together
but none live no deep dive
I gave away my gear sum time
ago we’ve never made it under
Water will float your boat, we’ll
pack it with your remaindered
lines drones will drag you out to sea
my tender button brought aflame
saying my best goodbye,
my cheeks blushing,
again and again waves
waves to see you go