Bright car

As if the grass everywhere were singing,

Her song

Covering the nature-strip, and being

Reflected the green sky in heaven, like

A choir of angelic humans,  watching

Over my shoulder, as the bells in my blood

Were ringing, my eyes, popping, sight of her,

I’d thought I’d had a hit of something,

Her in her bright car

My mind said, raelene, this is becoming

Ridiculous, you’ve nearly wet yourself

She’s just driving a car, and she’s becoming

This mortal woman, your goddess,

Exploding

Coming back to a world, people of hate,

Falling angels all, with mouths of decay,

And you wandering lost, no longer caring,

Back home