I wish you were naked so that I'd see you
look at you full-empty, a hidden affair
like Adam and Eve in paradise where they lied
before they threw their curses to the Wind
and let the serpent slide to a Nothing on the fringe

But I can't see you since we chide our empty flesh
behind frills and thrills of allurements and whim
to cover what's real, what's ME, what's giving life
that opens eyes and minds and biases of every sort
that cannot be hid yet might bring Death
because that's the price one pays for being "self"
even in the chronic world of civic fragilities
and bored purities of pilgrim freaks

Oh how I want a new world to rise from the jagged lies
that have made us slaves of carbon-coated sheets of green
that smell of shit because they pass through perfumed lips
speaking sweetly, with death, of the non-considered
awaiting their entry into the galleons of stinking ships

The Day comes, riding on the Promise of longed for dreams
spoken over ages, before our acquiring brains and shame

I wait with laughter and smiling tears, now long in patience
for the latter-day surprises none can escape



*Christianity is wishful thinking.  Even the part about Judgment and Hell reflects the wish that somewhere the score is being kept.
Dreams are wishful thinking.  Children playing at being grown-up is wishful thinking.  Interplanetary travel is wishful thinking.
Sometimes wishing is the wings the truth comes true on.  Sometimes the truth is what sets us wishing for it.
-Frederick Buechner