ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

2007 S.H. Gilbert

 

I jump when I think of what I have seen
Peyote pit bulls in gracious haciendas
Psychotic prophets with unusual agendas
Asking me what I think it all means
As if I had the slightest of psychic genes
I jump when I think of what I have seen

 

I jump when I think of what I have dreamed
Kinetic cannibals mixing death's one note
Walking wounded looking for a touchstone antidote

Whimpering for help in muted screams

Amidst rubble�s ironic concerto for strings
I jump when I think of what I have dreamed

 

I jump when I think of to what I have clinged

Siren mirages leaving me longing for changes
Unnecessary obsessions in various ranges

Caught in the vortex within and between
Leaving me stripped of all emotional means
I jump when I think of to what I have clinged

 

I jump when I think of what I have keened
From dreams and visions soaring on the wing
Yet still I can stumble over almost anything

Open to only that which I can screen
So that I can only guess what it all means
I jump when I think of what I have keened