I picked the rod tip up and swung it back to eleven o'clock, then snapped my wrist. The line flew out over the water, unfurling. At its maximum length, it settled on the water's surface with hardly a ... [+]
Winner of the Millennium and Forum awards for playwriting and poetry, Dennis Edelen is the author of the novel “Jehanne: A Story of Joan of Arc” and four other books. "Angel in Raybans" is in Short Circuit #11, Short Édition's quarterly review.
Down by the red brick wall
Where the trains used to run
She waits for me.
She's got her cigarettes
Her hand-me-downs
And her dark, dark eyes
Flashing with annoyance
If I keep her hanging
Too long.
Her name's English royalty
But she says, "Call me Mary."
She's got old rock on her radio
And she plays phantom drums.
We dance in the alleyways
A place she feels safe
It's her turn, her terms, her tune
I'm glad enough to play along
Sweet voodoo child.
She claims she seduced me
She says she fell from the stars
I don't ask questions when we make love
But when we fuck, I wonder.
Blowing smoke, she says, "I don't love you
But don't ever leave me alone."
She's a queen who dreams she's a girl
Maybe her dreams will come true
Some day.
In the dark, she says, "I don't love you
But don't ever leave me alone."
Where the trains used to run
She waits for me.
She's got her cigarettes
Her hand-me-downs
And her dark, dark eyes
Flashing with annoyance
If I keep her hanging
Too long.
Her name's English royalty
But she says, "Call me Mary."
She's got old rock on her radio
And she plays phantom drums.
We dance in the alleyways
A place she feels safe
It's her turn, her terms, her tune
I'm glad enough to play along
Sweet voodoo child.
She claims she seduced me
She says she fell from the stars
I don't ask questions when we make love
But when we fuck, I wonder.
Blowing smoke, she says, "I don't love you
But don't ever leave me alone."
She's a queen who dreams she's a girl
Maybe her dreams will come true
Some day.
In the dark, she says, "I don't love you
But don't ever leave me alone."