Unrelated Verses in Six Stanzas


The double steeple that blows in the sand
Spouts the load of a tamarind seed
And the purple dust of wasted love
Whirls away in the traces of wonderlust
Curling a new wave of dazzled eyes
Glistening in the faraway everglades.

God avoids the usual illusions.
He prefers clear illustrations,
So he makes us restless in sleep
The mind while the body rolls
Over each of the unknown bumps
In the forest path charred with burns

Go live like a candle in the wind
Longing for a day or two of fine weather
Like a spark waiting for the flame
Shooting peaks and blades in orange plumes
A plasma by any other name 
For whom that plays the game, fire

Prescient winds sweep that road
The clouds are coming down to pray
Don?t let my feet get in the way
O shooting starbuck cajun man
With your maddened eye in the storm
In the calm morning you'll be born

Blasted habits are never right
Indecisions procrastinate hunger
Yet yearn for so much to dare
A limited head and just two hands
To make nothing but something sweet 
Like whiskey and rye in a bowl of ice

Let me be, let me be, Holy Spirit,
So kind precocious but tame
Give me a good night's sleep
Before the cruel dawn challenges
Our sacred link and so to wear a crown
This decade is no time to fool around.
 
 

Bevagna 12 12 2010