For Jim

Tell Them (12/08/2003)


Feel me now,
that you might know
all is not without hope.

Tell them who I was so they may know,
tell them I was a lost and forgotten brother
of the eternal flame,
a dry empty flask of flesh,
a wandering vessel
filled with defiled innocent blood,
a quiet whisper on the wind
from which there is no rest,
a drifting soul of passion
with a hot burning thirst
for the sordid whores cum;

which can never be filled.

Tell them who I was so they may know,
that they may see there was more
than this cosmic shackled clown
into which I was turned,
this bright speckled feathered beast
upon which vultures feed;

tell them I was more;

that I was a sailor
sailing into the gentle setting sun
on eternal ships of blazing fire and steel,
adrift upon blue forgotten seas
where only few have been,
a lonely lonesome traveler
traveling down lost endless roads
ruled by the darkness of a thousand nights,
hidden in ancient temples
where children of belligerent gods play,
giving thanks to idols of leisure,
that they might be safe
in soft warm beds of gold;

yes,
tell them
that I was a lover,
a brother,
a son,
a man;

a poet.

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Cool Blue Costa Rican Moon

Cool blue
costa rican
moon,
shining over
dark green
african shores.

Bright white
LA lights,
filling
hot asian
nights
with promises
of tender,
subtle
emissions.

Give back
the day,
make it a home
again,
make it something
sleek
and graceful,
defiant
till the end;

be not
sorrowful,
we have made
our own
illusions;

we have bought
our own
dinner;

it is for us
to deny
the wisdom;

it is for us
to accept
the payment;

it is for us.