Up in the angel morning with their <br />Kissed: <br />Frying like eggs, soaring like bacon: <br />And above the clouds, <br />Heirlooms of metamorphosis in the wide <br />And open rooms: <br />While angels fly to get here: <br />Up and up <br />And up: daylight and pigeons and the moon <br />Propositioning the sun: <br />Eagerly, <br />Roses bloom, perfume and perfume <br />And fly and fly around them: <br />Graveyard and dump and tomb: <br />The daylight grows up into rocket ships and <br />Fireworks <br />And other careworn exhumes: and school will <br />Come tomorrow <br />And the whores will watch cartoons.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/into-rocket-ships-and-fireworks/
