the destitute angel

the destitute angel.
+++++++++++++

The Destitute Angel paces
madly
back and forth across the
Library's Main entrance way
proclaiming
her
Angel-hood to the masses 

in a loud voice
nobody
pays much attention to anymore.

Well, (I think)

She damn sure does a lot
of
ice for A Divine Being,

but perhaps
the
Vices of Men 

are the 

Virtues
of
An Angel?

and

really

who 

am
i after all

(a

fellow speck 

of 

Cosmic Dust)

to
question such 

things?

+

The Library's Security Guard
rushes
out after about 5 mins and tells
The Angel
to clear the entrance way in a
voice

of 

authority that doesn't match
his
youthful appearance much, 

but 

it works nonetheless.

And pretty soon the Angel saunters
over
to 

me and says (in a much softer
voice)

"pardon me buddy, do you have
a
cigarette you could spare?"

"yeah sure." 

I say, handing her
one from my pack.

Lighting her cigarette, she 

exhales
a

large plume of smoke from her

Blistered Lips and says:

"thank you sir. your reward shall
be in heaven...

I'm an angel you see."

"you're welcome." I reply.

"but don't worry about it. 

I like
it 

down here most days."

+

With a confused expression on
her
Face,

 he Angel walks back over
to
the library's main entrance
way

and

resumes her word-salad -spewing
manically-pacing routine, 

as I go back to
reading
Arthur Rimbaud's:

A Season in Hell. 

Thinking to
myself
how wrong he was.

Hell (for most)

isn't seasonal here.

(it's Every Fucking

Day.)

J.Stephen.H.