Somewhere in Connecticut
your history echoes through
deserted lots once filled
with travel trailers and Big Top gear
and the breeze over Danbury hills
whispers your name through trees
whose leaves drift down upon the ground
that holds your crypt of bones.
but in the meantime you gave me hope."
they remember a fire-eyed boy
whose carnie spirit followed him like a shadow
to the west coast where bright lights
surrounding the gigs and jams and scams
faded to stark ugliness and desolation
in the aftermath of three day binges
and only a handful understood
the perfection that drove you mad.
but in the meantime you made me breathe again."
In the tender lacework of my soul
your magic decorates the maze
and when you open up the gates
I will recognize your eyes and hold your new songs
in my heart, a cloud of jewelled colors
glittering in the timeless time
of time to come.
