Clockwork angels in the sky

His and hers flying by

Precise

Passionate

Aggravated by promises

So loud

That even celestial trumpets

couldn’t keep them  down

so the clutch twists

for that  glorious bomb

to drop

Clockwork angels in the sky

always in touch

wired from the ass up

like an Isaac’s kite

blown with ideals by day

tyrants by trade

each night

Clockwork angels in the sky

Just watching the flames

clicking tiny smiles

to see oblivion

each night

 

Porto | MMXV