Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ANGEL ARMS, by KENNETH FEARING


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First Line: She is the little pink mouse, his far away sta


She is the little pink mouse, his far away star,
The pure angel in his sleep,
With skirts blowing back over stark, bright thighs,
And knees that are ivory, or white, or pink,
Pink as the little pink mouse, his far away star,
The pure angel in a deep dream, his lonely girl.
She is going to be Feldman's girl some day.
No damn immoral scum will ever kiss her lips,
No crazy black fiend will ever stain her thighs
With a touch, or a glance,
Or dare to think of them,
Not even Feldman,
Not anyone, she is so clean,
She is so pure,
She is so strange, she is so clean,
She is a little pink mouse
Squeaking among the rubbish and dried tobacco juice of black alleys,
A blazing star among dirty electric lights in warehouse lofts,
A Bible angel smiling up at him from a starched bed,
Telling him to be a good, pure Feldman . . . That's what he is. . . .
That's what he is. . . .
Do they think he is a woman-faced roach,
A walking sewer, with his girl a bottle-fly buzzing on the rim,
Do they think he is a hunch-backed yellow poodle
Screaming under the wheels of red engines that
squawk through streets?
Some day he is going to kill all the morons,
Be applauded by crowds,
Praised in the churches,
Cheered by the gang,
Be smiled upon by the little pink mouse, his faraway star,
His pure angel with her skirts torn away over blinding
thighs,
She is going to be Feldman's girl some day.
Hand in hand, heart joined to heart,
A new day dawned,
Happy and sweet and sunny and pure.
Some hot summer night
When the city trembles like a forest after battle
And Feldman's brain is an iron claw
She will drop from an "L" train sliding through the sky
like a burning snake
And give him the wink, and he will come along . . .
He will come along . . .
She is the little pink mouse that whispers "Coo-coo, Feldman!"
A touch-me-not star,
His smiling angel with her soft angel arms
Jerking the barbed wire caught in his bones.





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