Jim

Poetic Genius, Lizard King, the killer at dawn.

Speaking of moons, ancient lakes, snakes.

Crawling and kissing the tongue of death, he
strode 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

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