Other than two Aspirin, last night murdered me
I awoke, grabbed some tea
Stepped into the study, ready to write
Sitting, I teared up, glancing out
About our backyard, about the fields
Then it all whisked away
Washed away my ribboned eyes
from blue to white
from night to light
In that wash of purity
In that veil of tears
I lost grip of my desk
My pen fell from my hand
I left
Though I didn’t mean to leave
I left
Toward someone singing:
“Come one, come all
Come run or crawl
To gorge the feast
For Bride is ready”
An angel? Maybe, but
Running’s no option
Though crawling came easy
Hands & knees & shoulders babied through
Cracked paint on a
White sill
I was met by the whisper of wings
The flapping of feathers of feathery things
No angel
Sweet angel
An angel? Maybe, but
He looked more like a parrot.
Green bird sat on my shoulder
Nodding, twitching, looking at me
Saying:
“Come, you! Come true
Oh sweet song of life!
Come through for you
Come eat of the vine!”
He flew off,
Blasted rhyming bird
But am I not like him?
Am I not one to find him?
Stepping on the blanket grass
My toes were talons
My arms would then flap
Off I flew to find the bird
Three things, too wonderful
Four I can’t fathom
I saw all three
Then the fourth came free
Three too wonderful for me;
Four I don’t get
And I saw all, saw all through the sill.
I flew to the clouds ‘tween the rain and bright day
There saw an eagle to soar in the sky
Majestic, delectable – simple am I
Too great for me is the eagle
I came to a valley of death
Of sand, sandstorms, and meth
Of wretched begginings, sour ends
And dehydration
There met a serpent
Snake under rocks
He hid, then talked, then hid to stalk
Too great for me was that serpent
Left I to the seas
High seas! Dry seas!
Left I to go see a sunk ship on the sea
No wreckage, no blunder,
Just lightning or thunder
One lone captain’s vessel would master those seas
And I
I’m incomparable to ships on high seas
Came I to the windowsill
Left the bird form
Song of the green one fresh at the door:
“Come one, come all
Come honeymoon
The bride lay here
The bride and groom”
And on my wedding night I saw
The fourth thing I cannot recall
Three things too wonderful
Four I can’t see
An eagle in flight
Snakes hid in rock
Ships by high seas
And the way of that virgin,
that virgin with me.
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