poems by Rena J. Mosteirin

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Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Sugar and Bones

(a pantoum)

I'm going to paint an angel on a kite and fly by your window at dawn.
I'll tell you it's the end of the world
and I'll turn water into bourbon to prove I know what I'm talking about.
Let's fly away on painted devils and Christmas cookies sprinkled with angel dust.

I'll tell you it's the end of the world,
and you are equal parts sinner, saint and sugar addict.
Let's fly away on painted devils and Christmas cookies sprinkled with angel dust.
Tell that to the blood,

you are equal parts sinner, saint and sugar addict.
Go see the witch. She will know what to do.
Tell that to the blood.
If you want to fly, you must first shoot that angel out of the sky, she says.

Go see the witch. She will know what to do.
Drink some bourbon first. It will steady your painted hands.
If you want to fly, you must first shoot that angel out of the sky, she says.
Let's take your measure, in sugar and bones.

Drink some bourbon first. It will steady your painted hands.
I'm going to be wanting your soul.
Let's take your measure, in sugar and bones.
Do I have your word?

I'm going to be wanting your soul.
When the end of the world comes, will you be my miracle?
Do I have your word?
Lighthouse witches make bourbon eclipses. Take the vow.

When the end of the world comes, will you be my miracle?
If angels wore bells, they wouldn't be able to catch you by surprise.
Lighthouse witches make bourbon eclipses. Take the vow,
little mouse. The end of the world is stomping up the back steps.

If angels wore bells, they wouldn't be able to catch you by surprise.
By breathing you have cheated. The moon is huge,
little mouse. The end of the world is stomping up the back steps.
By your breath, it is the end, so cotton your ears and kiss my mouth.

By breathing you have cheated. The moon is huge,
and I'll turn water into bourbon to prove I know what I'm talking about.
By your breath, it is the end, so cotton your ears and kiss my mouth.
I confess: I painted an angel on a kite and flew by your window at dawn.

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