Fly on Angel
Kaitlyn ..daughter of a poetic marvel
She was taken from the world
over toxic elements shotty play in a crazy crime carnival.
Her mother tried to  find the answers
beyond the closed case performed by the hired and corrupt.
Even past such, until her legacy is forced to rest..
Her spirit, within me, is the light up in my tunnel
the warmth's best.
Lois was the name of the magic...
There shall never be the same sort of inspire
to my flame
My marvelous poetic fires.
I shall write, for you as well, Mrs. Duncan.
A great legend who's spirit is strengthening my own.
Here the angel's sing
As they fly to support us legends still working harder
and shining brighter...
As these angels fly....
Such shall be my sharing of these talents...
Until, upon angel's wings, on which I shall fly.

but you are my Kryptonite,

and my Lois Lane.

An unnatural mass, eaten delicately
In a dim lit den,
Made me dazed
lightly breathing
Gripping the cancered drive thru receipt.
In my softest

Seeing
your balancing voice
by blue Gulf seas.

Great scientist
who taught me
that love is a fossil
And that darkness
is the absence of soft blue rings

turned statue
With the weakest of arms
Wrapped in wood-

And in the afternoon
descending
I wished my eyes
would clear
And that my stomach would hurt
so you could discreetly slip me
Pepto Bismol from your purse.