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Angels Intent on Falling
by Max BouilletBibles with broken spines
and tattooed with coffee stains
sprawl across cluttered tables.
At certain angles, the stains
form infinity
as the eternal words of God,
pass silent judgment
on your morning routine.
...and you're right,
you haven't sold your soul.
--but you have
cashed out some equity
with an option to buy back.
So, don't look surprised
when you can
no longer pay the interest
and find yourself in default.
(Failing God is easy,
in a language where profit
and prophet sound the same.)
Are you an Angel?
I can no longer tell;
I've been here too long.
She leans in,
kisses my neck
and whispers,
"God may be big
but He gets smaller
the further you fall." 02/05/2008 Author's Note: A graphic for "Angels Intent of Falling" can be found here.
Posted on 02/05/2008
Copyright © 2025 Max Bouillet
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 02/05/08 at 03:57 PM Cool blog, Max! Wonderful graphic for this poem. A glad reminder for me to thank the Son of God for fully taking all the horrific judgement I've earned. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/05/08 at 05:43 PM The last lines tell the story all too clearly! Excellent writing! |
| Posted by Frank Lee on 02/24/08 at 06:43 PM max, this is an amazing piece of writing. peace, brah (like profit) |
| Posted by Alex Smyth on 05/26/08 at 10:44 PM Almost speechless, i can only ditto Sallie, an absolute masterpiece. You are indeed one to be treasured! |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/04/10 at 01:27 PM Stanza four sent me soul searching and I find myself wading in two feet of guilt right now. I think, my friend, that you might well be a prophet in disguise - albeit a nonprofit prophet on these pages. On the other hand, how you define profit varies based on your point of view. And then that last stanza - well - now the guilt is up 6 more inches. Brilliant, Max. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 07/31/10 at 11:58 AM I wonder if the Devil ever gets to purchase a soul on sale? No matter how one tosses the rice, It seems Beelzeebub is always buying souls at premium prices. If the devil were to purchase this poem he would definitely have to dig deep in his pockets and paying premium for a poem with the perfect ending to a perfect beginning. |
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