MOG

When I listen to Tell Tale Signs I imagine myself by the mighty Mississippi with it's Southern grace blowing wondrous thoughts around me. Dylan's brilliance inspired this poem.

Was she my river?

As I lay stranded on

my lowest tide

I felt the splashes

her wet sprayed kisses

as I walked along

her decadent pier

licking my lips

she spread her

hips and waved

me over, waiting

for me to take

a distant dive; I fell

instead felt her

wash me with

manicured hurricane

fingers pushing me

ashore. Levies

couldn’t help

me with this

pain that beat

inside her invisible

skin. She drowned

me with her le bon

ton rouled doubts.

salty tears stung

my red eyes

saw her drifting

starboard

towards another

left me kneeling

for one more

swim in our kisses

but she kept

on flowing

left me knowing

I could never

hold her closer, felt

her approaching

like southern rain

on my sunburned

skies, through my

arms I could taste

her but she vanished

left me shivering,

like an island

within the longing of

her starving shores.

AEC

2008