there, on the edge of the gutter
Lever street blue
& black eyes
The rakes, rascals and sinners
came to the Roadhouse
on the corner of Newton street
to hear her
Word got around
whispers above the back-beat
"She's here"
with shotgun smiles
rapid and fire-side
to side
Rocking-chair eyes
sway, seeking the length
of her skirts
Slip alongside her hips
to an inch of her
flesh
Oh, Angeline
how the angels lift a choir
for you
A pantoum of words
follow you
couplets of catastrophes
come to worship
you
And there she was
my platitude of petals
became lost in her womb-mouth-
blushed roses and simplicity
to hear her sing
one more time
And all the rivers
sweep forth at last
she climbed the stage
and the crowd sighed
I'm at the back
holding her coat-
tales of someone
soon
someone stealing away
Oh, heroin
of heroines and heroes
or somebodies whore
or drunk
prostitutes and the un-saved-
Oh Angeline
save us
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