The Angels

by Noah Langlois

i’m looking for the angels
who send me all their strange thrills
sell me all their pain pills
And leave me with my filled veins

i’m looking for my potion
my one and true devotion
that stimulating ocean
and erosion in its waves

i’m looking for that pure fix
that tried and true and sure mix
a girl with love in her hips
and lips with whiskey stains

i’m looking for that hard drink
that bottle where the marred sink
claw to shards their last link
and drive across the brink