The Mysterious Tent

     by Elvis Bojangles

Let it be


in my mind

taunt snappy



Made of canvas or

other strange substance

inside of which is

a spiritual realm



The mysterious tent

surrounded by singing crickets

trees &

alas, the Author of all things



No flashlight no fire

we arise & retire

with the happy sun

my spirit dame & I



Hello beloved

I think thus I am

and Ye

is heaven’s gate



Wings untrimmed

free as you wish

stars flowing out your glowing

beautiful eyes



You be my empress & I

your man

together we drink cold instant coffee

& eat tuna-fish sandwiches