All That Is New

His eccentric highness pursues me
In wailing silence- I perceive,
Logically, his inadvertent sermon
With new sunglasses and a cup
Of spiced heat and milk.
This reassures me.

I know you, you dreamer,
Reduced to survival on many planes,
Dissolving, hopeless.
But I’ll use my muscles,
Extract you from the mire,
Embody a chorus,
Hum your favorite tune.

However distasteful, I sleep alone
Betraying creed and tearing
The shrinking world asunder.
When your pages flutter by,
Anxious and sinking, my sight
Follows them into the mist.

Bathing in swampy, iridescent waters,
You will be fortified, I know-
They are for us, and
I am all for you.

Baby, we’re filthy rich, unconventional,
Healthy and brilliant when we choose.
My compass vibrates and cracks,
But I have a yellow sky.
My soul is engorged, devoid of fear.

25 February 2009