and the angels poured down floods of roses — Alasdair Gray
Angel interpellation, angel intangible, all surround Mallrat’s “Wish on an Eyelash” was playing candles at the birthday evaporation of virus in a prior life. Imagine you’re living this trace on my cheek part 2, left this blue mascara curl on my iPhone, so shimmer You looked Ophelia in the bath, I wanted for you a chariot of perfect glass and so many unnameable flowers, so hot Angel Olsen wearing your name like a halo, Lark! it’s darker every hour in my beautiful overmind, you have to leave your dreams someday to see if they’ll find you Doing the messages in a powder blue prom dress, listening to Robbie Williams he’s standing in a crop circle on MTV, loving them instead, all satin, they’re playing this at the grocery store in my hometown Girls with fallen dreams make better models, I’m told everything I already know by heart, you’ve gotta get bees to sting your lips, toxic, die for your beauty to die for We call each other angels all the time now: an angel saved me at the airport, look at their arms, saving each other: my students call me angel but they are more angel: that stranger in Stereo said you have great hair, get married You could say she gave great angel In the mirror, posing with crimson roses her ruddy cheeks were a song Abolishing tax heavens glitching the angels of Milton left the sting in The Angel of the North was trending I gave away love to my pop impersonator, beautiful and in the public service, everything is threadbare caressing perfect burnout a million angel eyes on me exhausting my tear stock Thinking about Harmony Korine’s flying nuns in the brightest blue, help me find them? Names of the angels: Gabriel, Raphael, Obtuse, Acute In “The Fallen Angel of the Senses”, Anne Boyer says ‘Angels leave no artefacts and no archives’ Soft guitar covering the sound of our fade Sending messages of innocence all the time, you never knew how much you meant to us, it’s impossibly slow your strange heart in the sky how many times a day into you into you into you the cables throb with our longing Always too high to come down I do not own the rights
To nurture, to sift from harm, to experience aura as the placid gel of new thought, to be unsure of its origin, to hear the swifts, to be again, prenascent, safe from harm, to court the fellow elements, to sip lemonade, to evaporate, to love or beam, to mean it, to unleash from the carceral that sense of bearing, to bear a trade juice of fossil for solar, to ship, to wager, to ride a novel form, to ride, to inflame, to love passionately what carries you, to bare content, to transact with less carbon expenditure, to study the alveolar lacunar, to love in general, to get a pedicure, to be on the knife edge, to burn our lungs, to loosen harm as in sand, to take medical advice from mystics, to subject the limbs to heat, to make glass of our harm, to look in the mirror of the glass of harm, O bright carbuncular eye, to see other roadside skeletons, to banish dysmorphia from planets, to loosen from image another light, to continue the dialogue, to issue a statement, to live in irreversible moments, to be warming, to salivate anxiety, to leave winter on read, to ghost fall, bring synecdoche to the pious particles, to be the primary care provider of the first disaster, to absorb, to join the panel, to waterproof the music of your dreams, to gloss, to shuffle, to spill, to buff, to cite quietly, to stereotype dust, to be dysfunctional, to spiralise nightly, to snack on the pageantry of hail, to apply for oceans, to set fire to the sea, literally, to be a symbol, saintlike, to dip-dye your rays, to try, to essay a shadow, to orbit the famous system, to annihilate in psytrance, to manage the undigest of all matter, to catch static, to eat trillionaires in sleep, to be any star falling awake inside you, to order acres of the internet
I never travel lightly, am always light years away from being singular, afraid of the coolness of Neptune opulence of impermanence to exist in glossolalic time. As in, you texting me back from the Styrofoam grail was coming apart as love, pushing my phone to the atmospheric Faultline, hoping–—to imitate the trees as – –– beautifully –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– – –– –––– –– –– –––– – – –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –––– ––––– –––– –––– –the mellifluous silence you left was judicial and not for nothing– – a gentle ipecac – – – – straining oesophageal verse – – – – –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– –– – I felt rainbow in the sultry middle of Hades –– –– –– –––– –––– –––– –– imperilled with helium, methane –– sidereal rotation of lovers you take easy hours to sleep –– more than any aria of words –– –– desserts –– –– –– –– let me slip 2.8 billion miles from this place we started –– – –– –– blue-skied an’ clear with all water above a small rocky core –– –––– –––– –––– –––– –––– –– it is beautiful – to know you –– –– one of many ice giants inside us –– –– the sun goes down –– –––– –––– –––– –––– –––– –––– –––– –– goes down on you –– –––– –––– ––––nothing could ever be lonesome again –– –– the densest mass of them all in depth –– –– –– –– high noon would seem a dim twilight –– –– your eyes exactly as stars–––––in the oxygen lattice exposés of diamond hail –– –– in silicate wounding — –– –– –– I’ll never leave these blues –– we miss you every minute –– – ––– – – ultraviolet tonguing capacity – –– – ––– – –– ––– –– ––– – –– ––– – –– — the farthest known ––
Photo credit: Andrew McKenna
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About the author
Maria Sledmere is the author of over twenty books of poetry, including An Aura of Plasma Around the Sun (Hem Press, 2023) Cocoa and Nothing – with Colin Herd (SPAM Press, 2023), Visions & Feed (HVTN Press, 2022), String Feeling (Erotoplasty Editions, 2022) and The Luna Erratum (Dostoyevsky Wannabe, 2021) – which was shortlisted for the Saltire Society’s Scottish Poetry Book of the Year 2022. She recently co-edited The Last Song: Words for Frightened Rabbit (Broken Sleep Books) with Aaron Kent. She is a Lecturer at the University of Strathclyde, a member of A+E Collective and editor-in-chief of SPAM Press.