John Amen, Folk Singer

John Amen
FOLK SINGER

of course you’re suffering
that goes without saying
alone in yr own private tundra
staggering through the snow

the face of some Beatrice behind & before you
head & heart those masters of spin
weave from the unknown a threadbare tale
silence that gray country
where you arrive & arrive already judged

you crave anything that steams
be it liquid or flesh
as long as words & notes keep rolling
as long as there’s a chance
of surviving until spring
seeing that Beatrice again

she’ll slide a plate across the table
drop her dress to the floor
you won’t have to explain where you’ve been
or dance around yr conscience
o you holiest of fools


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