Things not to say after half a night with some barroom angel

Things NOT
To say after
Half a night with
A bar room
AngeL:
×××13×××

Sorry about the
Wings.

I suffer this odd
Compulsion where
I
Like pluckiNg
The
Feathers  from
Pretty
Things,

and
sewing them
Into
Lovelier thoughts.

×
But
When you smile
1,000
LosT Nights
Sing!

(to a memory
Time Forgot. )

×

And
I
Didn't mean
To

Dump the
Ashtray in
My
Head

on the
Pristine floors
Of
Your Once
Clean Heart;

it
just works
like that
for the
Dead.

(Who drown
In
Oceans of
Light turned
Dark.)