Everlasting Hope


The day that all graphic thoughts disappear
I might say that I've finally arrived
At the pinnacle of a rough career
And platonic wisdoms will have survived
To see through this age of wavering shapes
Of bones, wet kisses and nebulous gapes

In the unloved country of soggy dales
All windows are locked tightly from inside
And children dream of saving dying whales
By making floating tents for them to hide
Watching Discovery Channel videotapes
While mums and dads dream of biting soft napes

By wishing not to be bad, am I good?
Why was I whipped before they hung me up?
Would I have fought for the pain if I could?
Waiting patiently to drink from the cup,
I am afraid of tall soldiers wearing capes
And window sills covered with chiffon drapes

Would you fill me with everlasting hope
If I bought shares with all I ever had?
Words turn magic in a head full of dope
The diviner may be a worthless cad
Who cares not a jot about the countless rapes
But he too has come from a tribe of apes

Bevagna 12 8 2007