MORNING ANGEL
The one who stays the dawn
to slay a few less dragons
here begins the morn
as a silver Stingray rolls by
and Jerry-the-madman is getting high…
… The MORNING ANGEL is busy placing
cigarette butts for the downward-looking dogs
A piano starts up in a big old house…
… The MORNING ANGEL speaks a
word or 2 to the CHOSEN FEW…
(for full poem please contact me – one X-rated line)
© 2014 Rudolf Kurt Penner
geez, would like to see the whole poem … thanks.