my mother gave me

these dreams of dead animals

but it's not surprising
as she also gave me
the body that I walk around in
And packaged up some chicken mole
for me to take home
and share with my comrades
on this foggy night.
A five almost six year old girl
tells me she only knows one song
it goes "wood, stone, feather, bone".
This small cat withering away
in the garden of weeds
in-between the patches of concrete
in the city of angels.
Showed me I could be an angel too
and rescue him
when no one else would.
It took a long time to come to that conclusion
I hope not too long
The cars move like sleek rats in a maze
The great feline sits in the sun
watching over us
sending rays beams of light
my angel form
is drowning in this flesh
a heavy anchor
held by gossamer threads
Why fear when
there is such little
time here
cats must kill to eat.
Angelic tyger
burning bright
with magic eyes
filled with light
take me home again