oh, baby with your pretty face,
drop a tear in my wineglass,
look at those big eyes,
see what you mean to me,
sweet cakes and milkshakes,
I am a delusioned angel,
I am a fantasy parade,
I want you to know what I think,
dont want you to guess anymore,
you have no idea where I came from,
we have no idea where we’re going,
launched in life,
like branches in the river,
caught in the current,
I’ll carry you, you’ll carry me,
that’s how it could be,
don’t you know me?
don’t you know me by now?
Delusion Angel : David Jewell’s Poem
March 4, 2010 at 5:50 AM
nice poem..simply romantic..i love it..
March 17, 2013 at 12:54 PM
I love this poem. The first four words inspire me particularly to write. A poem always begins with words–this is obvious of course. But what if you tried sort of pushing a few words you like onto the page, with no agenda of meaning, but only a feeling or a mood, and just saw what might happen, just watched at the natural movement of the words? It reminds me of something I read in poetry magazine that was funny, strange, and beautiful: