Angels

Ybor is a lake of wanton flames
sadness pervades the low vibes
and wanders the streets like a crouching tyranny
hiding in leather busts and swollen fantasies
I glow amidst the lava and heartache
they look at me
all ages begging to scream
shaking
wanting the faith they're too brave to have
relenting the God fear temporarily
while sex sells
I ask a couple people
small boy
older girl
if the strip gets busier while the night
worsens
and I know they're angels cause they smile brightly and tell me what I need to know
authority should die
when it's not Him
the people see their hearts when I show myself
selflessly with no lust
the tiki girls are angels
the rap guys are angels
now they doubt the sin stream
and its all so clear
and then as fire is perceived and no longer imagined
I start to float up
and from within my wings spread
She holds me
chilled the egg and seed
the angel is my faith
sprouting from the heart