standing at water's edge good-bye, momma - I'll always love your straight-face discipline goodbye, poppa - whose handsomeness I never knew nor saw
nobody'll see me camp out alone on the common tiny-tent to keep my limbs from cramping morning-mist maybe some stray-mutt to be (f)ears to intruders perked-up coffee in tin-*** and baked-beans from a tin, I'll share my bounty with the dog and bramble-bush
I'm not afraid if the dark which waits in timely-blocks never overwhelms I'll meet that sky at midnight and greet the stars in bloom their twinkling-smiles will warm my eyes and scoop away all lone thoughts I'll siphon inspiration from the sighs of flora inaudible yet felt I'll huddle not away from any lesson *even second-hand
my weapon will be prayer mouth-***** tests the waters sends a tentative trill into heightened-silence rippling on surface embracing the dark Joe felt that God was there.. the boss fussing over all his creation yet, he felt alone on the pier that day with not one soul.. to stop the tides from swallowing his tired-life to love the gauche-grit inside his gifted-cage to hear the silent-scream of fretless-agony to sense the dripped-disparity of favour turning face upwards and smelling fresh sea-salt he closed his eyes so slowly and let the wind rip it away from him..
nobody had heard him play Bach on his guitar finest poignant tone all the suites and minuets in glory to the one yet among the many passing, there was one listener a quiet boy whose senses touched celestial-note most mothers warned their children to stay away from Joe save this lad to inherit misunderstood genius-scribbles as Joe's blue book held more than just music of old-siècle to be legacy in the talent-hand of open-heart apprentice
and my penciled-in landscape grows incisors from the sharpness of your colour as I camouflage my strained-song in seeming-vibrancy of words merely purloined from the deepest of your quiet-sighs
S T - 20 December 2013
so much of brilliance remains undiscovered.. shine on, you crazy-diamond :)