• The gospel Truth 3.30.09


    I've been aching
    From the mangling
    Of my sails
    In the wind
    Of the turpentine, waves
    Crashing, bashing
    Into the hull of my ship.
    The endless spray of sea salt
    The rocking, lilting, tilting
    Of my hull coming in--
    I'm beached.
    My load is full of squawks of candor
    The stolen children
    Amidst the sea spray, play
    And I'm smitten
    With an intermittent
    Starry gaze.

    It's the gospel truth, they say.