16 décembre 2012

Please go and become child

Please go and become child
for in a nest of dew the mild
fragrance of Winnebago
squash will awake the story
that I told you when you die
and I could tell you many a lie
'bout many a path that leads to glory

And no this is not one of them
for among the men an anthem
ne'er aimed for a great soprano
howls in cacophony so eerie
a song of cackling laughter
like some mad cavaliere
running lost in the hereafter

Go be the child on the man's shoulder
Go be that restless Gypsy
trotting on her little toe
that I paint your gentle path
for awhile your beholder
from the grace of your dance forever tipsy
from your grave of white rose this poem - my wrath.

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