someone gets a lot of thought these days

off beneath the waters,
don’t know where
sung to sleep by dophins and whales i guess
till we meet again
don't know when
out in the intergalactic nothing
a blind idiot God singing nonsense songs, no discernible words, no
form-
that make the waves
beneath his head
those echoes follow
paths as only that eyeless heartless
one knows
till he says
'you look so pretty sugar...
that's right'
heavy loads lose weight in the heat
then under the skylights lamplight catches highlights
and i delight
in my dream the other night
before the ritual with the bird and the ovens
in perfect obedience
i turned over to find him in my bed
oh, oy,
surprise
one more pair of heavensea blue eyes


i make myself believe, i think:
'in these silences' says the King,
'who knows what things may rise'?
it's just as well
there is such a climbing beauty
in being the undaunted hoper
a dreamer of strangest-dreams
i see the colors and the tender sweet reaching
so clearly
sometimes, sometimes

come on back, barbarossa
i don't want to know if i am wrong or right
i just want to taste believing again
as dark and glossy
as steak-heart liquor
as alive as a new leaf
as pure as the first breath of Saturday morning
there's nothing for the faint of heart like Belief