POETRY

FOUR

FOR MY GARDEN ZADDY

Blessed with a vineyard, I tend what's right
The goodness I so desire
To evil i shan't cast a blind eye
Begone, as I cut the wicked branch.
Multitudes of your kind I've shunned,
But you've snared my sight.

As you lay here in my arms do not consider it luck
I chose you, your good deeds evoke million smiles
Constellations simmer in awe, the vibration of love
You belong in my vineyard, blossom for my regard
As I better you to fine wine, my my my!
Where there's new wine there's new life
At last you give me power settling in my divine,
Drunken by your ripe, I'll keep you for mine
Not to be sold to businessmen
The joy at your wake feels excellent
Respecting you due to your fine sprout
Inching for more as I tend to your vine
I favour you among other desires
Your plantation is my sanctuary
What's yours is mine, sure that's fine.
I want rounds on rounds
Drinking til the well runs dry
Journeying on my fertile grounds
Witnessing it rise while bowed
Speaking in tongues, you're fine and I
Am filled with delight, such zeal I cry