Thoughts


Wispy words hang there like clothes on a line
Thought's like water, it takes time to vapourise
Visions to illusions while we wine and dine
Then it's dressed and gone well before sunrise

Fleeting fragments of hypotheses beckon
Ambitions of a monumental scale
The strange desire to become a beacon
Does to the mind what wind would to a sail

We can only do one thing at a time
See the ripples of fresh water falling
Turn that picture into a soundless mime
And our deafness may seem like a calling

The best man placed holy prayers in his plays
Where they would hide in the profane pretext
Of the cosmic brilliance that made his days
Never did he wonder what to do next

It is very difficult to repent
In a defiant posture or lying down
To hear better, the redeemer is bent
Towards the kneeling mouth of the sorry clown

Coffee beans and tea leaves will flavour talk
A cigarette puffs a ring around the face
While we three taught penny farthings with chalk
Others got pinched by the grammar of space

Worldly fools who go along with everything
Ponder the existence of a blue heaven
Cry hard, as we do, to let freedoms ring
Do we know what is taken and what is given?

 

Bevagna, 29 11 2007