There he was in what passed for dirty clothes, <br />the lamplighter poem blasting from a mouth full <br />of rock candy mountains He carried the lantern alight <br />in the light of day for journeys so long that they were <br />measured by years light as the dawn <br /> <br />Tramping treading traipsing to and fro from <br />one end of the fairy freight train to t’other <br />dogs had gathered-a cataract of dogs- to match <br />his own lighted burning being, so light as to be <br />unbearable in the heat of the sultry Sinbad stroll <br /> <br />A baggy loin cloth biliously bulged, bunched and <br />burnished in the age of bronze to a caramel with <br />marshmallow folds Ah a barrel from Daniel for <br />the night the lamps alight and a game of Solitaire <br />what, a stiffy–a Solitairy stiffy a woody a stiffy, how nifty <br /> <br />There she was in what passed for a birthday suit <br />the killing me softly song lilting on the air her tongue <br />touching tingling tasting an all day all night, Mary Ann <br />in this heat the dogs were smiling tongues lolling dripping <br />towards the night alight unbearably bright and oh so Amen<br /><br />James Niles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/diogenes-enlists-in-the-revolutionary-army-of-the-baby-jesus/
