bucky_sinister (bucky_sinister) wrote,
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Angels, by George Tirado

This is a poem by George Tirado, a poet who died a few months back. It's late on a Sunday evening. I've just come back from celebrating a 16 year sobriety of a friend of mine. I have just over 7 years myself. There was a whole crew of sober tattooed freakwads stuffing our faces Italian Family Style up in North Beach.

An anonymous poster posted to an old post of mine about George. He mentioned this poem.

Right now, i'm thinking of what could've been. George and his poems...I'm thinking of Frankie Glitter Doll, Frank's Depression, Beyond Redemption, David Lerner, Geoffrey aka Stinky, Vampire Mike, and all the others who died much too early. Bad health, too many drugs, too much to drink...fucking and shooting without proper precautions, and crossing the fucking street without looking.

Be careful out there.



ANGELS

martin luther king once said "I have a dream"
so did I you see I dreamed in techno
blood red and cuz 415 blue you see
LAST NIGHT I DREAMED OF ANGELS
ANGELS
in the early morning tenderloin crack crawl
with split lips and blackened eye and broken
wings hoping that this next hit might
make her fly
LAST NIGHT I DREAMED OF ANGELS
ANGELS
dirty young man smelling of cheap cisco wine he
removes his clothing and steps away from his
baskart then does a drunk thi chi dance naked
in front of god and all the laughing masses
LAST NIGHT I DREAMED OF ANGELS
ANGELS
a tired old man with yellow stained fingers dirty face
snot on beard, hands me his last twenty without
looking down rounds the corner then he's gone
LAST NIGHT I DREAMED OF ANGELS
ANGELS
youngsters tagging sagging and flagging great walls
with inscriptions only they can read but put there
unto death
LAST NIGHT I DREAMED OF ANGELS
ANGELS
ANGELS
ANGELS
floating
falling and drifting
angelic prostitutes dresses in torn red silk
prom dresses with beat up faces broken bones
falling
spiraling
floating
they reach for their date which is death
he dresses in a red tuxedo he hands them
a dead red rose wrapped in a red ribbon
tonight they will cry hold him close and never let
him go
tonight he will laugh and not let them stumble
floating
dreaming
on cylestri dream music
LAST NIGHT I DREAMED OF ANGELS
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