LETTER FIFTY THREE
you are body conscious and a slave
circumstance, or you are universal consciousness
and in full control of every event"
flora mind fauna, sprawl
you may this June
Where P. Whalen is
my foot! He neighs
and gallops off onto the foot of Taos Mt.
warming early cool, creek
shuffles, by yes shuffles
There goes the reflection
of shuffling water pooled in a lawn chair
rippling on the banister, me coasting on the duck
I mean deck --
Mexico gives me a feeling inside,
of canyony pinyon piney vast bird breaths SCREECHING beautifully by
& elephants trodding by in my abdomen.
is vandalized in the belly by a herd of elephants
hunger gurgle? A stampede of missing?
colossal, lumbering elephant thick
nerves we have for breakfast today,
over the New Mexican plain --
what thoughts do, they
antelope off 64 west do the same --
at this time
start their early clicking in the tall morning
is served in the EAR, AIR, OUR bird
has 2% wing fat to go
with the 2% milk in the fridge,
low fat milky bird.
I'm in full control of
this noodle -- Nobody move!
My seeing is its command,
tufts drift by like so,
my hair, snowing
now, now heavenly
the bright blue June
where I act just like snow
a control freak? An un-
ecstatic one, none
less, melting in the sounds
the window like our thinking --
I'll sit silent
the sun yawn