A RESTLESS SOUL

In the passing pale
of sun shined words
from a tenor sax
speaking into a new rhapsody
as I relax
pledging to advance
the prudent modernist bodies
of modern music
in those student souls of mine
who enjoy picking up the sounds
of Pound, Lowell and Auden
with a new language's invention
recorded in this hung out gig
against convention
abandoned by squares,
fakes and frauds
reading by snowy
midnight firing squads
at sky hours beyond time
as love reigns again
by listening to Judy Garland
at the Punch Bowl
a night club
in the South End of Boston
now am abandoned
by parental storms
having the silences
of cool modulation
waking up, now open eyed
to yellows and down by reds
walking by the tall grassy dunes
along the Charles river beds
by watery Fall leaves
and fearing the poison Ivy
of the academic fellows
in their dark bacchanals
by the victory gardens
near Fine Arts Museum
losing our fraternal heads
by Fenway Park
as a soft rain dismays
my copy of Proust,
admitting I was once
a celestial revisionist
loosed with my telescope nearby
aiming to conquer the stars
enslaved by lovers' invasions
from Uranus, Jupiter or Mars
now you follow a Quaker Jesus
seeking to be a peacemaker
and drive motorcycles and cars.