THE BIRTH OF AN ANGEL (for Lenny Bruce) 
(Angels make ineffective messengers 
They are too far beyond our low tongue) 

i woke up slowly this morning 
my head was broke apart 
out of my sore head 
grew some angels wings 
these brilliant white wings 
beat me black and blue 
my head left my body 
and flew through the roof 
up through the atmosphere 
the air was wild and thin 
the sun shone in the vacuum of space 
my head exploded 
the angels can live here in this perfect space 
but i surely can't 
i surely can't