Saturday, January 25, 2014


A scrawny frame
For an army coat
The symbol of
Disciplined conformity, subverted
To despairs silent scream

Truck cabins
Tired from daily work
Fought over for the night
Driven with different gear sticks
Fogged with lusty heat

And levees
And the song
Of chevees and levees
And I remember
I cried when I heard

But God above was not concerned
This scrawny teenager
Wasn’t in His plans
For world redemption
Collateral damage is what it’s called

The devil and I made a pact
He would not tempt my lust
And I gave him my skill
To love
Quid pro quo

Misery redeemed
A lighted hearted disciple
Of Winnie the Pooh
Devotion manifested
In weekly readings

Would I write a
Book of love
Of what I gained and
What I lost
By the levees of Kerang

I changed my army coat
For conformities uniform
I joined God’s army
After all, the devil and I
Had a pact

But I was not
The conforming type
World redemption too grand a theme
I had to find what I had lost

By the levees of Kerang

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