metaphormachine

Angel in Narcosis


The softness
of the narcosis
a flourishing
angel rose
beyond a scent vest
normal case man
disappeared.

& no one saw me
climb the hills
bodies to smell
harvest reap
seed must be.

& nobody's tryst, cell
narcosis loops
dungeon, guards, resonance
talon, flotsam, rituals
angel gates hell.

& they gather
the angel gray haze
it looks like emulating
thy stunning soft
coma house
peaceful soft an angels game
singularly floating target
here--in your head
Only just
in your head.