Once I owned a black-glass dog
That collected metal keys.
I knew a holy cat
And hammered out one hundred thousand
home-run slammers with a platinum baseball bat.
Nor was I satisfied with that.
With just my spoon and a bowl of rice,
I crashed the gates of paradise.
I walked through hell in a shirt of snow,
Waving and smiling at those below.
I became a log of long-lost loves.
I sang my song in all the capitals
And cited law to rogue and saint alike.
I shall wear the stars for clothes
And see how far forever goes.
There is nothing I would do,
To gain again that world,
So high, though true,
Where late this darkling sky was blue
And innocence was free.