i looked for an angel
i looked near and far
then i found an angel
with a big
fat
funky
cigar.
i said, angel tell me please
when does it get easier,
easier than this?
he said…
not in this life, babe
not in this skin
not in a week, not any time
you think to ask again;
not in this life
not in this skin.
i said you’re one funky angel
with some ragged funky wings
tomorrow could be sweetly blessed
and easier than this.
but he said…
not in this life, babe
not in this skin
not in a week, not any time
you think to ask again.
Coal Black's House Of Pain 
Coal, you are bringin it tonight. I got chills up and down *all* the vertebrae on that chorus.
nice write!
not in this life, babe
not in this skin
not in a week, not any time
you think to ask again;
Knockout tonight! Could hear a husky Nico kind of chorus for this one, sweetly dark and out of tune.
“with a big fat funky cigar” … Awesome. : )
i was not trying to copy you…. however, after reading this poem i totally changed the angel post i had started. it’ll be up in awhile. i am not capable of writing anything as good as this but you did inspire my “guardian” angel. {smile}
i want to hold onto hope that “tomorrow could be sweetly blessed” but your funky angel may be right.
your poetry just keeps taking it up a level with every post ~ are you gonna climb past heaven? ♥
nicely done coal…there is always the next life to have a bit of fun though…long as you dont come back as a dung beetle…
haha a great piece, was a fun read, while at the same time deep. Hopefully we can at least have fun at some point along the way.
Coal, I always love what you serve up, and tonight is no exception. The funky angel, tattered wings and cigar – people think angels are white and blonde and carry harps and have no gender. Hey, in my world, angels know what the hell is up and when to show up. They offer advice, and we take it or leave it. “Not in this skin…” Crap! That was the bummer for me. Hope your tomorrow is sweetly blessed… and happy “dversity”! Amy
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I’ve never seen an angel do the funky chicken, but I think your funky angel owes us one for such scorched-earth advice.
I like your funky angel!
What happens if you punch an angel?
ha nice…so you should have asked him for a cigar and smoked the day away….good stuff shay
Ahhh, a poem L. Cohen did not get to first I see.
xo
what a write,
simply words, powerful impacts.
well done.
🙂
What kind of answer did you expect from a fat angel with a cigar?