axe away the angeles

1996 Sticking Straight Up

Wil Eastman, Ritch Kerns, Tim Fox

Ax Away The Angels

Into a city that is not really the city you are looking for–

light is harbored in gravel, in graveyards,

in tar-topped havens of hell

inspiring men (the lot of them)

as single as America once was.

In this isolation I see birds

flying by.

When I look at the world running by

I take a seat in the backyard of time.

It’s reached the point where it’s time to think

of what to leave and how to leave it.

Time to ax away the angels.

Are they even angels?

Do they let you see their wings?

Do they save anyone?

Alive or dead

no impact on these lives.

In this isolation I see birds

flying by.

Into a city that is the last point in time–

into a bar that’s the last glass of the night.

Raji.