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Angel


03.05.17 Posted in today's words by

Marc Carver’s most recent poem to appear here was “Misanthrope” (December 2016)

Angel
By Marc Carver

There is an angel at my front door
I don’t see him but I know he is there .
He is like a bouncer
he turns away all the undesirables.
Sits on a pink deckchair
and waits
He smokes a big cigar and has has a few slugs of whisky from the bottle he hides in the bushes only when nobody is looking.
He fans his wings out in a massive y when young ladies walk by.
He dances sometimes at night when everybody is asleep.
Other times he just stares up at the stars and wonders where his next job will be.
Hopefully it will be an easier job next time.



3 Responses to “Angel”

  1. Angel as bouncer. That is original. I can imagine a big burly guy sitting in a pink deckchair taking care of ‘things.’ And yes, hopefully it will be an easier job next time. I thoroughly enjoyed this one. Thanks for sharing.

  2. Bobbie Troy says:

    Wow, I like this.

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