he said he wanted an angel to love
him and give him reason to live, some sweet
muse to inspire his art and drive him forward
toward aspirations of immortality
in paint and ink. love after love affair
he searched for her and begged the heavens, gods,
to send him the one, the only, his true
angel. he bargained and blustered endlessly.
fleeing from his own strange sodom, he gazed
back over his shoulder to see heaven
and his angel waving goodbye in his
rearview mirror, rented truck turning to
salt and his vows blazing before him, hell
his own creation of denial and grief.