i get caught up in the
metaphysical
but every once in a while
even god shakes out an angel
by his wings
and severs them
with one mighty swoop
he’ll fall dramatically
tumbling through the air
first hitting a sky rise
then smacking the sidewalk
in times square
maybe you’ve heard of
the artist
maybe not
you know the type: beauty
will save us all
i think everyone should be like neil young
when he played sweet home alabama
most of us believe
that we’re not
making things worse
put beauty
in a box
ship it out to war
tell me what happens
writers write everyday
five-hundred words a day
and the worst of us
actually think we’re not wasting
everyone’s
precious time
the angel’s wings will grow back
when i fall
my heart is out of its cage
hanging only by
blue and red threads
-JP Vallieres
after a night with chinaski


