I look down at my feet sometimes
stretched out on the couch my ten
knobs, the high arch, the
behind or the curtains, or the
wall with recent paintings
and the works Mingus gives me
to show his love and

and as I look out along my
legs and see a giant
relative to the pin-point
of consciousness perceptively
responsible for this—
ant, bee, one one
millimetre tall human
shaped existence

what in me shrinks
to that?, I am of a being
magnitude and phenomenal

to influence the
heads on the flowers, effect
the noisy neighbour, the rock
in my hand, the fly
of my ointment,
the hard nut ‘I Am’

among the later
platitudes, gigantic multi-cellular
when soil is revealed
in a fertile field, or beside the
runway aviation fuel
shimmer, nothing is hidden,
things are made secret
by not disclosing methods: sit in the sun,

with your clothes on
or off, and your arms
open, or crossed,
becoming the orb: Sol Om On—
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am poor role model drunk
and on the pipe
man below his feet and spreading out.






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  1. A2Kdavis A2Kdavis says:

    Yeah…nice rhythm and flow. Also, ‘the fly of my ointment, the hard nut I am’…that’s stand out 🙂

  2. Mark Prisco Mark Prisco says:

    again: so good. you see it all, large and small. but better than all that is the way you express it: the words seem to have a life of their own, but (or ‘and’) the rhythm is great

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