“Dedicated” - an ecstatic, stream-of-consciousness free verse poem written 7/02/2020
I dedicate I dedicate I dedicate All beautiful things to you, Shakespeare, Sappho, Wilde, to you, Villon when I am bad, Baudelaire when I am mad, Whitman when I am natural For when all of Nature is good to me— And when it is not, (As it is often not), Dedicated dedicated dedicated Are the faux lights of the Pre-Raphaelites, The Artificiality Which is more fit for my face— I dedicate I dedicate I dedicate All the angels to you, All the religions I believe in all at once, Every holy word I will never read or understand, As I hold your hand, in a fantasy— Dedicated dedicated dedicated, With nothing predicated, Your figment in the air, You pigment that I pair In vanity. You. You whom I love. If only you were true.