man of the water to landlocked kin
man inhabiting a piano
kidney-shaped profile writhing
hands afire feet uplifted leaves and
shattered glass elbows and head-throws
from an adrift to the shore-bound
listening to guttural pants and perfect
notes with equal joy, for the one
necessitates the other always, just-so;
top of his creaking life boat scrawled
with equations, microphones
ink-spattered, curses, agony, genius
unprofessionalism manifest in
half-sung covers and strange dedications,
dedications to pretty unknowns,
in our winces, in his stowaway’s clothes
ill-fitting and sweat-soaked, hair
ragged, roused ragged eyes;
lyrically still a boy at times but at others
a sage ready to die.
“The fact is that his very being has been offered in self-sacrifice to the all-devouring glory of art;- well, to the glory of this world also, and to our own delights, and to the spiritual welfare of mankind” Jacques Maritain
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