i am locked in the lighthouse
you left me in
27 years ago,
i leave the light on
as i get fish drunk
on the rocky river,
i’m no hero in our tragimatic duo
divine comedy,
there will be times
i walk a cow down Lake Road
in Bay Village
barefoot in the snow,
i have searched aphter death
so many times
since you walked away
with my heart,
O angelic Angela, my Beatrice
I did wut i thought was best,
you deserved more than me,
i couldn’t hold you down
you deserved more than me,
i had to let you go
for you to find yrself,
the city of Cleveland
was always to sdrawkcab &
Puritan for free souls like us
at 1008 Fairfield in Tremont
in 1995,
i’d go barefoot to the store
to liberate Mtn Dew
fruit pies & cigarettes-
i’d live in houses in the Greater Cleveland area
with more than 6 women,
we’d catch mice without a
hunting license…
we were living free &
on the edge,
i saw wut everyone else was doing
but couldn’t do the same
my angelic Angela, my Beatrice,
now yr 2014 miles away
the same distance i felt when i
walk barefoot to yr bar
& see you smoking cigarettes,
i wanted to say hello
my soul sent you smoke signals,
but i couldn’t even throw the rock
i had in my hand
as the other hand was filled with a
flopping fresh Perch suckling on a bottle
of Jack Daniels,
that was the last i saw you
that was the last time i saw you,
that was the last i saw you-
i went down to the lake
on a sunday with multiple women
wearing patent leather shoes,
we got fish drunk
& fished for whales,
sundays are a good day to fish for whales
with 6 women
who wearing patent leather shoes,
i guess i like to live life on the edge
i guess i like to live life on the edge,
i guess i like to live life on the edge-
i am no hero
in our tragimatic divine comedy
my angelic Angela, my beatrice
now yr 2014 miles away
i live in an old folks home
on west 25th
only 100 feet phrom where
The Dead Boys
wrote NOT ANYMORE,
ppl walk by window not knowing
who i am,
i’ve been a zombie for decades
since you walked away
since you walked away
since you walked away,
because i said i wanted to wait
you know how blandly puritan
Cleveland, Ohio is-
you were turning 16
i was going on 21,
North Royalton couldn’t handle me
wanting to take Cosmetology classes,
they also couldn’t handle rumours
of me wearing a frilly dress
to prom,
our separate familias
would’ve lost their minds,
just because our friends were
doing it
just because it worked for our
ancestors
doesn’t mean you didn’t deserve better,
i would have been yr angel of the morning
instead of mourning all this time,
i had to harden my heart
i jumped off the Tremont Bridge
onto a couch in the back of a pick up truck
aphter the Marines/Air Force/Navy/Army
all rejected me
the day you walked away,
i was so bored i drank bleach-
i went to west 98th
i ran across the highway
back & forth
like i did when i was a child,
even death wouldn’t have me
aphter i let you walk away
aphter i let you walk away
aphter i had to let you walk…
away.
there was no use in having a
sword fight,
gun fight or
Agni Kai-
some how’d i win-
i’d end up at some cafe barefoot
in Strongsville reading Catch 22,
or driving barefoot in Fairview Park
excessively honking my horn,
just wanting to be in yr arms again-
this town is my town
but nothing feels right
’cause yr not around-
i’m still locked in the lighthouse
you left me in
as you walked away
at 1008 Fairfield in Tremont
angelic Angela, my BEATRICE…
my heart bleeds no red or blue blood
for i am a zombie
just wasting away
& decaying,
i will sometimes go down to the lake
Rocky River
& get the fish drunk
listening to The Cure
& Air Supply in the dark,
alone-
angelic ANGELA, my BEATRICE
you are my QUEEN
i am yr forever CLOWN,
i leave my door unlocked
with my light on
just in case you feel like showing up
to turn the light off
& crawl on the couch with me,
i’d sleep on the floor
iph you felt uncomfortable,
i see you in everyone
i pass,
where ever i have been,
i hear you in every song
in the laugh of the crowd
as i tell jokes
on stage,
i told at christmas time 2021
that it was always you,
now i just wait for death-
O Angelic ANGELA, My BEATRICE
i’m not the hero in our
tragimatic divine comedy,
we will meet again
some how
some way
in this finite existence,
i try to numb myself
but nothing works,
now just shooting up
pregnant horse urine…
one day to live in a cave alone
with 46 cats,
on the banks of Lake Erie
getting drunk with fish,
fishing for whales on sunday-
limited on time
limited on words
only 117 words to go,
i will leave with you this
this poem has been brought to you
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