angel of the blue apartments

[Steve]

little boy peeking `round the corner
of the dingey blue apartments
with no shoes,
smiles in the shadow of his mother
who watches from the window-
as an angel he is not afraid of me
but not used to being seen.

late at night
through the living room glass
i see his family swimming a blue sea
that readily pours from the T.V.
his mother has shelled her nipples
his father walks around barechested
using a broomstick for a triton.

the delicate brutal aroma of
curry fades way to the
sweet potentcy of mango lassis.

on nights like this the moon is a sponge
absorbing ginger and lavendar while she sleeps.

little boy peeking `round the corner
of the dingey blue apartments
sinks back into darkness
as i pull out to go get stoned.