Angeline Is Coming Home


Her parents house exudes a reborn air

The bathtub virgins in the midnight air

Seem to smile in celebration

What an intercession

All inertia washed away


Resplendent in dignity

Angeline is coming home

I'd fantasize her clean and home again

The quintessential reverie free of pain

Just to keep from going crazy

While the cracks had claimed her

And how that fantasy sustained


The beautiful acquaintance

I desired has inspired me

To levels unforeseen

True admiration for someone who's

Made it back from the hell she was in

When do I see her?

What say when I do?

Do I let fantasized ideals come through?

To hear her laugh at my hyperbole would send me...

It's nice to have her home and whole