Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Onward, consciousness!

I’ve been
a riverboat captain,
o so many years…

I’ve been
seated in a circle
of pontificated peers.

I’ve been
Jesus, I’ve been Judas,
Heard ‘em cheers ‘n jeers.

I’ve been
pullin’ oars so frantic
t’words my dreams, n’ from my fears.

Now I’m wond’rin
whether God was in the
water, at the piers…

Yet I’m told
a telltale temperance
sharpens scissors into shears,

that with
plucks and pulls it cuts and culls
coarsened, old men’s beards.

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