Like a sinner at the gates of heaven, I'll be crawling home back to you
Posted to Action Poetry
by zen_ on 2004-02-25 21:14:00
I'm followed by lit ambulances
ablazoned by the glory of
my song
I'm singing like there's no one
else alive, and I the last
one left standing
Because I am
A sinner at the gates of
heaven, judged by God Himself
and his legions
Faster than any other boy
has ever gone I fly
on wings of glory
sent ablaze by my burning
bike
Swans and ducks
my audience
birds glorious in flight
see me off, send me home
on the back of
angel's robes
There is no one left
My life is empty
and over.
I'm singing like I alone
am left. My voice is raising
louder, louder
than any other boy
has sung before.
I sing now of you, missing you
and my voice once strong
waivers and cracks
lips bleed stress
words lose meaning,
becoming mere sounds,
noises, whispers,
silence.
Begging, bowing
at those gates,
supplication
goes not forth,
and my prayers
whistle
out to sea.
~~For Robert,
inspired by Meatloaf.
