no mames wey angel verga

crack leads deep through pits of asphalt tar hot

and stick black walls breathe inward

outward gust of smoke rush upward

heaven,

sweet lilac clouds part there shes waiting

soft arms warm arms smells of tar arms nothing

better than soft sweet mirage arms can she hold

you down or drop you

back to earth where birth you came

from gentle soil earth embrace you

rebel fought thrashing, please don’t hold

on can’t be real the lie is better lies

are always better promise she whispers

tongue on ear love? even though

your flesh is melting every

skin she touches forgets to be

skin turns to mush black

smells like tar push

twelve stakes from the heart beating

too slow angel