raft

My Raft
5-22-17

In the same dark box
I confess all adulteries
And the daylight will soon be breaking
Tomorrow morning Lord willing
For a vague terror at this answer
As if you were my raft
And I let you slide
In lodgings at Galway
Good music in the making
With an effort of reason
And more cheat sheets for forward sons' strife
Of whisperer and slanderer
Brought up in a Puritanical Society
In hindsight twenty-twenty
In burgeoning ways about my days
At Old Saint Aloysius
We assemble and tremble
I think He died for me as well.....