To Amadeus

O' have you found YOUR THING?

That twinkling of a child prodigy

you HOPED you'd be?

 

That child haunted by the

the Anti-Christ, Your Father

At that heavy Oak Door

Knocks... and you are Afraid!

 

What keeps you and your true love

A secret, magical Times

folded Away from the metrodome

Of Success?

Do you want to peel away my dress?

Do you want to wear my boots?

 

To the funeral, where the Rain

Reigns down upon the casket of Amadeus

Finally, and Beautifully.

Reviews

[Pax Analog]

It's interesting that prodigies other than Amadeus frequently fail to actualize a presumptive potential -- & even when they do, it may go unrecognized. This is probably because special talent is running ahead of integral wisdom. Integral wisdom is seldom the foundation of the prodigy's work. And developmentally, the Shadow is not just evil stalking growth, but rather the raw material of what has not been brought to light psychospiritually.

The mood beauty of the rain reigning over the casket of Amadeus lays the foundation for more exploration of the subtly transforming power of art.

[Leslie Philibert]

This is a really fine poem, the kind of idea that makes every writer say... I wish I had thought of that,a great idea well presented, a real cracker..

[seaNobody]

Amadeus, you share the end of a brilliant humanity that may like you, see their downfall in their childish wonderment at the Final Sentence of our life long duty to succeed!