Strange as Angels

poem about love, relationship, music, oddness, feeling trapped, and connected.

Strange as Angels

(these songs u used to sing to me)



(with apolgies to The Cure, They Might Be Giants, Oliver, but no apologies to fruitloop he owes me too many apologies himself)



You sang

To me

Of (I’d)

Me ( do)

Tied to many strings (anything)

You sang

To me (For)

Of (one)

Me (Kiss)

The Strangest thing (anything)



You sang

To Me

Of

Never wanting (Put a little)

Free Birdhouse

Of me in you soul)



BUT



It seems to me

To be

That you

Floating above me



The angel/demon that (Spy that)

Loves me (deamon Lover)

Hangs me (seems to)

From these rea (Love me)

Llity

Strings (just like heaven)

But)

(sometimes hell)



Though you

Saw/see

It

In reverse





Perhaps

Some things (Just like Heaven)

A strange

Direction

Never up

Nor down (that’s the way to London town)

Not quite beside

Perhaps

Like

Space

Our only direction

IS CONNECTION