Chain Letter
It
dazzles my mind, young addict of hope,
how
you'll pause to chat with strangers in alleys
while
others are busily filling their backpacks
with
skillsaws, pepper-spray, watch-maker's gimlets,
standard
weapons for the journey,
not
you – what you're after's so laughably easy!
Just
that we whisper your name and glory
to
ten passersby, who'll spread the good news
to
a further ten. Multiplied by abstraction,
you'll
float fulfilled on fame's kind ocean
warmed
by the fondly admiring sun.
So,
see, here I've started your circuit already,
though
could be this process will change "who you are"
as
you move through our voices by the thousands?
You
may feel unreal, have you thought about that,
once
the buzz comes full-circle, reaching you?
Well,
have a nice trip through the universe
for
you're off on your exercise of sound,
who
am I to begrudge the rapt lovers you'll earn
the
long rolling-in of your waves of choice
as
you drift far out on those sun-drenched waters
with
salt upon the lips of your slight smile.