A POET'S LIFE

Seeking to nullify all

traumatic drives

imagining on this Dog Day

that life still survives

is a mysterious miracle

like the last rose of summer

in spite of it all, 

the murmur of gossips

bullies at school

the perilous nightmare calls

upon livid psychic shipwrecks
in the Pacific and Atlantic

wounded by strangers
hounded by

false lover sex slaves

with doppelgangers

from many an ex,
the vivid troublemakers
who have double-crossed us

not willing to behave as Quakers

yet I'm fulfilled to be as David

poet, shepherd, psalmist, king

wondrous singer and friend
of Jonathan who was once lost
in the abyss of the two faced Saul
his father,
now I am rather a fisher for souls
of the lost and found
a priest after Melchizedek

hidden in the bosom of Abraham
tempest tossed on the deck
now under cover
in many translations
with those not of this underworld
but like Ovid with ovations
from his wondrous words
in a metamorphosis of grace
with my neck out for others
or have you not heard.