My Sword Hand's Anger

one day an angel told me, "your time here is fleeting"

behind his back - a pistol - here comes a beating

his suit, his silk, flower / but my razor is faster

"hey Carlos, you been drinkin' Florida water"

looking for a new technique

they never believe I put my weapons down

another page turns in the book

another one falls on their knees to the ground

a message from the tiger & she shivered like chord on a harp:

"the bedroom must be returned to its original sailor"

she reached for the lipstick from her handbag

on the edge of the sink

& the sad loves surrounded the lade of perpetual squalor