Such-A-Dreamer

after all this time
I'm sure you're glad to know
in six more days I will be fine
when I'm through with Jericho
but you my sweet jezebel
will think of me no more
you'll wish you'd left alone that veil
and remained huddled on the floor

born blind to a dark time
she still knew the sun on her hand
like me she talked with the land

shly she sat with an alien look
when she stood she didn't need my hand
like me, she talked with the land

coming towards me she whispered suddenly
dear friend will you tell me of the light?
for me, all I see is night
for me, all I see is night

I thought of my neighbors and of all the news I've read
silently I cursed my keen sight
"My friend, I too see only night
My friend, I too see only night."

I've danced with dionysus
while my comrades flipped the switch
the angel no one remembers
hovered just past the edge

and Cohen sang me homeward
while anthems went through my friend's head
and we sang our respective songs
we dreamed of our relatives dead

One or two days have gone
angels have slowly faded
my eyes have stopped dancing
my brain is crying to be fed

very


I feel like I should be doing art, but I have nothing in me.

Far in the pillared dark
Thrush music went --
Almost like a call to come in
To the dark and lament.

But no, I was out for stars;
I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked;
And I hadn't been.

There once was a hobbit named Villon
From the Fallohides did he come
He trekked all the way to Esteldin
without ever eating a crumb.

I'm not sure if you've seen a thin hobbit,
gangly-yet-short do they seem
for you see, like any good hobbit
he's supposed to be shaped like a bean.