fair young Billy Budd
tangled
on some heart's envious mast, elegantlyrecalling god...
you are the first
to see
each new continent,you are
young, restlessthe flowering of manhood,
a fearless garden
open ocean means nothing... under rose skies
where you wait (patiently) for
eveningfall
unctuous nature and its moldering treasures
conjures up twilight'spearls and diamonds
the way
eyes inchingslugs on the spilled galaxy
gracelessly hungwith dogged stars and supernovas
comets
meteors
tearing into now cool headscoming
out of space
like Jesus
on caravels, kiteson the wind.
