Art by William Shenewolf ♣ Poetry by Brenton Booth
Hang me with
the angels
while the ice
cream cones dance
on the tightrope
the raindrops mumble
in Spanish
the bulls gallop on the
pineapple moon
hang me with
the angels
while the tap drowns
the sink
the guitar string reads
Fathers and Sons
the photograph no
longer reminds me
of myself
hang me with
the angels
while the telephones
murder the trees
the naked leaves
fly to Brazil
the pocket screams
out for more
hang me with
the angels
while the poets punch
the screens
the chimneys recite
Rimbaud
the water eats the
streets
hang me with
the angels
and give me another
glass
as I walk to
the edge
hoping to find
something
more
than death
this time.
Bio: Brenton Booth lives in Sydney, Australia. Poetry and fiction of his has appeared in over 150 publications and been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. His book ‘ Punching the Teeth from the Sky’ is available from Epic Rites Press. To read more of his work visit brentonbooth.weebly.com
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