Ode To Ophelia Rainmaker

the youngsters play visceral latitude
her moonship has left the running
over cracked and slighted sidewalks
for empty mailboxes and dimes
having sensed mortalities finding
Jonah and a wicked pen
fell deep into the belly
to search the cold cut end
to feel destiny crying
along the steps of a Tahitian band
oh break your love
and sing those kisses
given salty with remorse
take out the heart
and be it true
for your honor does it trust
to rest that coif of surely plumb
with the lips of reconciliation
the wall to fall to pangs forgotten
the take of essence prow
that name that takes the tongue
in that pleasure, in that fear,
is it the one that holds you dear
is it one who kept you so
the long wind would escape this mor n
which leaves the fate of coffee and sunrise
come likewise with that limping champion
child, hold out your hands
for didn’t this love ever forsake you
likewise come for did it defile you
as the keeper of that vile
in simple hands

© 1998 private stock poetry