POEM

I saw nothing
but angels
all over the place
a real hassle
tender
blues and white
clouds
murmur of
gentle souls

I saw nothing
but angels
beautiful
blowing the winds
north
east
south
west
like an
old painting
by michelangelo
running
here and there
wandering what it's all about

I saw nothing
but angels
beautiful
wonderful creatures
in search of love
soft quiet pneumatic
love

an angel
hit another
with a beer bottle
it broke to pieces
and mixed
with the angel's
tears
and formed
a kind of honey
that the people
picked up
and rubbed
all over their bodies
and that made them
laugh
and jump joyfully
but the inevitable
happened
and the people
whipped themselves
and chastised
the worlk
and said
everyone was
a bastard
and
picked up
the dictionary
and invented
the word
evil
or
something
like that

--armando