Angels and Sailors

Angels and sailors

Rich girls, backyard fences, tents

Dreams watching each other narrowly

Soft luxuriant cars

Girls in garages, stripped

Out to get liquor and clothes

Half gallons of wine and six packs of beer

Jumped, humped, born to suffer

Made to undress in the wilderness

I will never treat you mean

Never start no kind of scene

I'll tell you

Every place and person that I've been

Always a playground instructor

Never a killer

Always a bridesmaid

On the verge of fame or over

He manuevered two girls

Into his hotel room

One a friend

The other, the young one

A newer stranger

Vaguely Mexican or Puerto Rican

Poor boys thighs and buttocks

Scarred by a father's belt

She's trying to rise

Story of her boyfriend

Of teenage stoned death games

Handsome lad, dead in a car

Confusion

No connections

Come here

I love you

Peace on earth

Will you die for me?

Eat me

This way

The end

I'll always be true

Never go out, sneaking out on you, babe

If you'll only show me Far Arden again

I'm surprised you could get it up

He whips her lightly, sardonically with belt

"Haven't I been through enough?" she asks

Now dressed and leaving

The Spanish girl begins to bleed;

She says her period

It's Catholic heaven

I have an ancient Indian crucifix around my neck

My chest is hard and brown

Lying on stained, wretched sheets

With a bleeding virgin

We could plan a murder

Or start a religion