December Elegies (Volume II)

Calling the Animal Spirits to look
homeward rising on four strong
winds to guide a gone sailor once
removed back home after crossing
Tennyson’s bar con Abba mio but
for to be left with all this karma so
absurd somewhere beyond the dock
of the bay from a boat house of my
impossible dreams, oh, the days of
yore left behind green and immaculate
scarred by the stuff of life or our own
making or randomly appearing at the
door like a motherless child left in a
basket ala Moses to lead his people
home yet never to see the Promised
Land but from afar meanwhile

Mercury shuffles in between the Big Blue
and the midnight Sun where everything
is coming undone as stars tumble over
Alabama somewhere over the rainbow
pots of gold melt in a passion play by
Dali or Joan Miro who knows maybe
it was the bastard child of Rilke and
Ferlinghetti hiding from the end of the
world to your town throwing down dem
beats and rhymes like so many pieces of
the heart how life is so fragile coro vu
e voce que fragilidade, que fragilidade
en Portuguese like Saint Jean crossing
Jordan announcing the coming of the
Annointed One to rescue the Chosen
Few and those who heed the call to the
master’s supper table where love’s the
only thing that matters above all