Urban Angels

San Francisco
Early morning mist
Acid and asphalt
as synthesized pandemonium
Beat the cement walls behind me
and cigarettes and eyeliner
turned innocents to vixens
I knelt down in my dream haze
to touch the glass
Gypsy glitter in the gutter
Felt it bite into my fingertips
Like the chill of winds around me
A little girl in mamas heels
Looking for salvation
In blood and glass and music
pulsing through her wires
Breathing in pacific air
and missing my old city
Where children of the nighttime street
Find hope in urban angels
Who wrap warm wings around them
to save them from themselves

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