Day 5
Got some good pig loving today. But it was me who squealed not the pig. Still have apple sauce in my ears. Pig said this is text to be read while a cd plays. If you ask me those damm pigs are seedy.
Urban Angel Graffiti
  

Just like
Just like
Tokyo
Watching the urban river flow
Traffic of dreams and stars empty
Toxic
Can see why people strive for vancouver
Like the golden buildings strive for the sky
And it doesn't quite live up to the expectations.
Wondering about the ghosts of saxophone players
And future parades
In an amber glow
I am reminded of finding my totem here
The dragon fly a thousand perceptions a thousand eyes
Disturbed by the fluttering of wings
Not a dragonfly but a sparrow the common more miraculous
Than the hand of god coming down
Cause of that momentummmm
I wonder where the angels lie
I wonder where the angels crash
I wander where the angels lies
Sprawled out and off-key as my song.
Wandering through the urban sun beat down
I find the golden nugget in the
Centre of clown dyke daze
More of what this city is about than
The retro grade fitting of our flappereque parents
And grandmas going to the shirley temple of her youth cause it was never cool to dress up down or sideways was our motto we are in for the rides.
I meet my friend who talks about the flies gather
red around dance
this man she knows
And she is sick I tell her it's the heat or the world
Everyone's getting sick of the tilt a whirled
And in the carny game called life you know its so so fixed
I wonder where the angels lie
I wonder where the angels crash
I wander where the angels lies
Sprawled out and off-key as my song.
I enter the church to find the word
Remember how an angel sat in the loft and wrote down
Everything he felt and saw it was mostly about the free hot dogs and coffee
No I forget the exact phrases but the moment of the music of our lives
I have carried around for so long
I try to enter the santi tea of the cage and am told staff only
They send me packing down the road to the bissel centre to find where
The word lies
The center is far more open than I remember and I paced off the street again
In my white rabbit late daze
And I know
I wonder where the angels lie
I wonder where the angels crash
I don't have to wander where the angels lies
Sprawled out and off-key as my song.
Cause its right here in the sacred heart.
And people give there holy words of the street
May it catch and seep into the roots of the church
And give resonance adding to the hymns on Sunday
The drum circle on Friday
The shaman tells of his life
In the sacred circle of social work and institutionalization
Youth tells of the lack of food and spirit
How the legacy of poetry shines brighter than the lonely
Streets of gold in buildings
And the jester tells of love
I journeyed with the jester into the heart of sanity
As he went from raving poet talking about punk rawk
Bad landlords and cockroaches to gardening and cottages by the Lake.
He was a master of prose but he was nervous at this first wrestling with the word.
Oh fucking hallalalalalalalalalalyah
I wonder know where the angels lie
I wonder knowwhere the angels crash
I wander know where the angels lies
Sprawled out and off-key as my song.
Its in the word
Its in the bone
Its in the flow of 97 street
Lined not with gold but various forms
Of hope a far more valuable commodity
And across the street mary holds onto her hope
And vietnam firmly telling jesu's across the street
Down jump junior boy don't jump you have to be crusadefyed
Jesu's stands arms out wide I told yah mum
I told yah mum I don't have to dye my hair in a mohawk to rebel
I just have to live and tell
I wonder where the angels lie
I wonder where the angels crash
I wander where the angels lies
Sprawled out and off-key as my song.
Its here its here this is where the angels lie

© 2006 Phil Jagger