A denim saint, famously dishevelled,
Bohemian - as though he'd just left Byron
in a dive in the undeveloped world

sipping absinthe moodily ... The mist
of legend cloaks our wrinkled Oberon,
the wizard with the wonder-working song list

whose miracles are scheduled every night,
raising the crowd, making the lame to dance
that way the lame have, stiff, unsyncopat-

ed. This is what he does, endlessly,
transporting halls of swaying celebrants,
and there are many worse things than to be

a purveyor of euphoria to the masses,
on the road, and on the road forever,
selling himself each night in silver pieces.

the rhyme play delightful, david, my favorite "pat-" and "night". poem makes me think about what if jesus didn't die and became a star like this, never taking a night off from miracles & wisdom, would it have become vaguely tawdry? tom

very true depiction of a faith healer.  only wish they were all real and sincere.

wonderful job,
cheryl

Thanks Tom, Cheryl. I think I'm imagining some sort of cross between the Wandering Jew (or the Flying Dutchman) and Dylan, Van Morrison, Neil Young et al ...

Cheers

David

see Van M. as more of this type, but Neil Y. as someone who wouldn't know what to do with himself if he didn't play gig, who finds a coin of himself on the floor every night.

Like this a lot, David. Took me straight to a music man, even without the aid of the title. And it's a pick.

milner

Thank you, Milner - for the appreciation and the pick.

Muchas gracias!

David

De nada, David.

milner

Yes, I got music man right away...song list was the clincher. these lines are stunners...

making the lame to dance
that way the lame have, stiff, unsyncopat-

ed.

reminded me of this...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wYJf4J7VBaY (The video's owner prevents external embedding)

Sharp and wonderful David.  What more could a person desire!

k

A little late, thank you very much, Sue and Kevin.

Cheers

David