Lammasu
I clench my fist in terse anxiety.
Bonewhite-
The color of my drainéd
foul-folk.
I like you,
I like
you,
I
do.
Love. Never ask.
You smile.
I half
smile.
You think yours is salubrious.
I am
fear,
and I
am in.
Yond, you speak.
You are too crazy for me bright one.
I laugh
again.
The Importance of Being Absurd.
I am a grown boy
-a man.
Yes, they call me that.
No longer obedient to men
-or to
God?
I love the untame,
but I
want the tame.
Look at my shoes,
black
and shiny.
They clomp-clomp-clomp-
Pretentious
indeed!
You and I- misfits of the Deep.
The Dark did smile
and he did bless us with beneficent
tragedy.
Milton sympathized.
Jagger sympathized.
Plath was.
We is.
Language fails my larynx.
I don’t
believe I ate today.
You fed me once.
Your
food was clear like
the perch-fished waters of Rebecca crik.
I used to sing
-you too did sing.
Baritone- me and I.
Soprano- you and he and she.
I listen now.
God
used to talk through song
-your song,
it
frightened the Deep.
The Dark was afraid.
I have lived longer than I have want.
You are still alive too,
although,
breathing? I do not know.
He surfed a lot. I’ve seen it too.
Sharks are a mind-game he said.
He called me just now upon these here written lines.
God speaks differently in the age of Roth and Angelou.
You said you want direction,
I found
it.
Here.
Look.
A path anew.
Lost we were.
Lost we
still are,
but
forward we now move.
The same path.
The
same Earth.
Separate perceptions.
I left,
You
right,
Parted
only by several inches.
Platonic beads of sweat plummet
from me
to you.
My brother,
I ask
of you,
sing
once more,
bring
the light,
carry
us on.
They’ll hear us you’ll say,
But
I’ll answer
I do not care!
Long live the foolish Hobbits!
Forward till dawn
we must make our
light
and we
must find The light.
Sing bright oh you! Sing bright!
