there were angels gathering under arches

There were angels gathering under archways

When I first felt myself starting to choke

A thread of despair with a dying wish

To live in a fearless moment glazed with hope

A breath once of sweetness losing its faith

Charred and bitter, burning and coked

This dream I grew now abridged in its vision

Strangled before its last words even spoke

A jigger of tears boiling in an ulcer

The bite of whisky fresh in my throat

Reviews

[Bright Ocean Star]

Xavier, this one is powerful. I love every line, but the last stanza jumps out at me. "The bite of whiskey" is a very male, clear, distinguishing reference and it works so well with the 'thread of dispair' and the "when i first felt myself starting to choke'. Great imagery and imagination. I love to read your work. 100/100

[Frieda P]

A jigger of tears, love that. It's an intoxicating poem, but the sentiment makes one want to reevaluate that choke hold. As always, a poignantly stellar read x.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

The empty spins counterclockwise on the wooden memories. I think it's working...I taste the tears before they've ever been born.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Man I could drink a whiskey to this piece Silver. You are the poet, the sweet down home poet from everywhere.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a nice reminder to go for our dream before it is too late, and we die regretting.