For His Beautiful Losers
Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 4:35 pm
We are beautiful losers, we do not forget to see
The holy native girl, her face a sky of peace
A hungry teenage prophet, hurrying down the street
Knowing his direction but not to where it leads
A President still simmering in his righteous juice
His soul emiting vapour, a cauldron of defeat
Caruso in a coal mine, cannot hear the breeze
Tenors who are gagged and bound, their audience to please
The self-encased philosopher
Who never found the truth
Celibate mathematicians
Lusting for a proof
Sight-seeing from a ledge, upon a land of paradise
Jailed without a lawyer, charged with unknown crimes
A poet sits in prison, abandoned by a muse
Imagining a keyboard that conceals a perfect rhyme
Losers blessed by beauty can never be at peace
Suspecting our complicity, within our own defeat.
[with love to Leonard]
The holy native girl, her face a sky of peace
A hungry teenage prophet, hurrying down the street
Knowing his direction but not to where it leads
A President still simmering in his righteous juice
His soul emiting vapour, a cauldron of defeat
Caruso in a coal mine, cannot hear the breeze
Tenors who are gagged and bound, their audience to please
The self-encased philosopher
Who never found the truth
Celibate mathematicians
Lusting for a proof
Sight-seeing from a ledge, upon a land of paradise
Jailed without a lawyer, charged with unknown crimes
A poet sits in prison, abandoned by a muse
Imagining a keyboard that conceals a perfect rhyme
Losers blessed by beauty can never be at peace
Suspecting our complicity, within our own defeat.
[with love to Leonard]