Poets Luncheon Poem by Carlos Ornelas

Angels orbit metamorphic
While dry fingers pluck the orchid
I am but Demon's debris
Sonnet Black-Belt 3rd degree

Holy Shakespeare, Mother of Milton
Angels high as Paris Hilton
Combinations truly awful
Roscoe's chicken and the waffle.

The angelic opt to be
Legal guardian of the man
Eating chicken of the sea
Or the tuna of the land

Silent as psychotic lambs
Slap box with bionic hands
The uncommon promise lands
Where Kings fall in final stance.

Heaven have I reached my goal
The graffiti of the soul
Luncheon of the Ill-poetic
Is it poultry or angelic.
P.X
12.18.2013

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