A fond nod to Lou Reed’s “Walk on the Wild Side”…
Each week The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:
Walk the Earth on the Wild Side
(to be hummed, strummed, and thumbed with feeling)
Let’s tangle with the angels;
I hear the demons’ cry:
(a hallelujah chorus of white robed women of many colors continue to sing)
I don’t care where I tread,
I’m running now with the dead.
Trumpets sounding, laser show.
All the losers, they must go.
My spacecraft landed one day in LA.
Endeavored there forever and a day.
All the planets were aligned,
but the people were maligned.
Demons cry, hear me sigh,
Ring those bells, death knell grows
in this cauldron all things swell
clipping wings of the angels
Lunatics are spinning ’round and ’round.
I left LA for another town.
Hong Kong, Paris, or Tehran
the insanity spreads like the fingers of Chopin
But the ivory isn’t much
when all of us are out of touch;
The music plays, everyday, though we can’t hear the angels say: