Co-Co Park
‘It is not known precisely where angels dwell / Whether the air, the void, or the planets / It has not been God's pleasure that (Let’s go) we should be informed of their abode.’/ Declared Voltaire with (to Co-Co Park ) barely a care / To the girl by his side, Fanny J Crosby / Who sighed, and replied / ‘Angels descending, (no-where else) bring from above, echoes of mercy, whispers of love.’/ But I don’t think anyone here believed her… / (I wanna go) /And I, quoting Orlovsky, cried / ‘All angels meet on the curve of the Earth /And form a line that becomes a bridge (to Co-Co Park) / to the sun.’ /After everyone had finished laughing / Henry Wadsworth Longfellow dropped by / (Co-Co Park) / And sipping on a gin and lime, implied / ‘Silently, one by one, / In the infinite meadows of heaven, / Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.’ (we can meet) / Just then, a dream dressed in a white dress, (by the science museum) / I must confess, she was hot /And blessed with the ability to make grown men cry, /Sauntered by and William Blake (take a walk) who was sitting somewhere nearby / Swooned and sighed / ‘O white-robed Angel, guide my timorous hand (by the ocean) / To write as on a lofty rock with iron pen the words of truth, that all who pass may read /(at Co-Co Park) / Then we got another round in / And we all clinked glasses in a toast to the dream in the dress / (Co-Co Park) / And watched her there as she lingered / Twirling strands of fine hair in her fingers / And someone, somewhere in the shadows, quietly quoting Viktor Frankl / Leaned over and whispered in her ear / (oh Co-Co Park) ‘The angels are lost in perpetual contemplation of infinite glory’ / With a swish and a sway I heard her say /In a voice that was nice but with a hint of ice / Homer’s advice / ‘It is the wine that leads me on / The wild wine that sets the wisest man to sing at the top of his lungs / Laughing like a fool – it drives the man to dancing / It even tempts him to blurt out stories better never told / Then (lights are pretty) she melted into some handsome stranger’s drink / (at Co-Co Park) / And some old sage from somewhere said / ‘One of the disadvantages of wine is that it makes a man mistake words for thoughts.’ / (cherry blossom falls) / Well, that’s what I think he said ... / ‘Well that's the problem with drinking’ I thought / As I poured myself another / (at Co-Co Park) / Our heads huddled together / Over a rude and vulgar rumour / Amid the rising banter, and explosions of laughter / (Coco park) / In the sudden silence I heard the ice queen say / ‘It's not true that I had nothing on - I had the TV on.’ / ‘I've been drinking about you.’ thought I / ‘Hey’ suddenly shouted a big ugly face / ‘There’s been a big shoot-out at Big Mooney’s place!’ / And as glasses fell, tumbled and shattered / (at Co-Co Park) / Everyone scattered, and scurried and ran / Everyone save for me and one other man / ‘All God's angels (cherry blossom falls) come to us disguised’ muttered James Russell Lowell standing by my side / He flapped his angel wings and away he flew (Coco park) and she re-appeared out of the blue / You know - the girl in the dress / With the voice made of ice / And without making (Coco park) too much of it, said / ‘I’ve had a perfectly wonderful evening.’ / (Coco park) / ‘But this wasn’t it ...’/ Not all men who drink are poets / (Coco park) Some of us drink because we aren't poets ...