Dylan's Last Dream

how many old souls
must a man make into roads
before he's no longer a man?
and how many times
must the lights go out
before the darkness is a friend?
here I stand
at answer's end
the answer is standing
at its end

I dreamt of Dylan
a humorless old man
purring at heaven's door
3 or 4 neon paper hits
and he told me why gods
must also bow

before his solemn drunk mirror
my youth was warm and elastic
reaching out towards cosmic whispers
over the edge and then snapping back
driven into the sand
firm hardy roots branching out
into the comfort of light
where we both stood
patiently at answer's end

how many old souls
must a man make into roads
before he's no longer a man?
and how many times
must the lights go out
before the darkness is a friend?
here I stand
at answer's end
the answer is standing
at its end


Love,
Rev. MoonPie