Jim
Poetic Genius, Lizard King, the killer at dawn.
Speaking of moons, ancient lakes, snakes.
Crawling and kissing the tongue of death, hestrode towards it relentlessly ---
hoping for a better world beyond.
His life interesting "enough to base a movie on"
his mind too expansive to be grasped
by anyone --- living, dead, supreme....
To the time of my Lizard King ---
I raise my intellect and offer up
my misunderstood soul for a truly outstanding poet.
Under his "cool, jeweled moon" we will meet
and fall into an embrace of comradery:
the poet...and his admirer.
Misunderstood...depths beyond anyone's grasp ---
I understand your soul, Jim.
It is beautiful --- It is you.
And you are beautiful.
You are Jim...
19 March 1992