the bells

the angelis
the burst of light
the bells ring
the lives multiply
words are arranged by sound
their meanings
nudging genetic origins

kerouac said life
is pain & resurrection
a dream I am
reduced to begging
and even that is ignored
there is nothing to do
but taste this sorrow
it isn't your fault
although it is

the world acts like a disease
friends sing me stories
of innocence and experience
everyone secretly creates
their own fame
my guts are torn open
in expiation I fear my sins
but have trouble defining them
sometimes death seems comforting
usually it is an sad angel
with droopy wings