The Vehicle of You

The delicacy

and the efficacy

of the vehicle of you!

There’s nowhere

you won’t drive –

exorbitantly

gorgeous and alive –

you’re what to do –

you are the show –

the only means

of getting where to go –

you are the window

and the view.

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Quite a Show

“Let yourself go,” they said,

and so he did, and rid

himself of every overt

push against the flow in him

and every hidden inhibition

reining in and reigning over

what somatically

and psychologically impeded

how his deepest and most

ardent parts so yearned

to grow! All in all,

he’s put on quite a show.

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Detect The Prize

Eyes obtain, contain, retain

more consciousness than

those parts of the brain

which notice and report

what they think is the whole.

There is a deeper bowl

and eyes have access to it.

Look into any creature’s eyes,

detect the prize: pursue it.









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Formula

Every moment is a formula

than which there is no better to be had.

Today you ate a crispy chicken thigh

enfolded in a bun with Brooklyn-savvy

condiments and piquant greens

which made you glad.

Now you’re home, unclothed and thin

and bluish-white – self-evidently sad.

Every moment is a formula

than which there is no better to be had.

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Royal Progress

Every day’s a royal progress:

in which you conjure up your realm –

survey it – take your place up at the helm –

and oversee, achieve

and undergo, retrieve

and infiltrate – until it’s late enough to leave –

and so you do.

Every life’s a royal progress too.

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The Ghost of Otherwise

Sometimes when you look toward the skies

the Ghost of Otherwise arises

and looks back at you, bewildered you would

think that Up was better to beseech than Down.

But what is Up and what is Down?

All you know is, you are looking Out.

But then that breeds a doubt which

gets you in a spin. What is Out and what is In?

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It

is connected –

flows –

complected

in bright glows –

inviolate

in violet.

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What He Is or What He Ain’t

Sometimes you meet a fellow

by whom you are transfixed –

as if he’d mixed constituents of Soul

into an unaccustomed bowl –

and made its dips and twists seem level.

Some call this fellow “Devil.”

But others say he’s colored

by a different sort of paint.

They call him “Saint.”

You don’t know

what he is

or what he ain’t.








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As Mellow as a Cat

The day is warm and pink –

as mellow as a cat.

What do you think of that?

What else? Your yellow hat.












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Then You Realize

Sometimes when you wake up,

you don’t feel you belong.

Then you realize

you were wrong.

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Part of the Pie

Some spirits run

and some spirits fly.

So many ways

to be part of the pie.











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The More Persuasive Sign

The skeptic

and the ardent explicator:

with which do you align?

Which gives the more persuasive sign?









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That Sad Creature Whom You Love

Sometimes the only thing to do

with that sad creature whom you love

is put him on a large balloon

and let him float above –

and leave him there

until he tires of bobbling in the air –

at which point, bring him down.

That might distract him from his frown.









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Now, Perhaps

Today you look for simple forms

to see what wants to tell you what it’s feeling.

Today you had been reeling from immensities

and their intricacies and the appearances

of far too many ardors in too many

artists, lovers, addicts, lonely children,

pent-up dogs. These weren’t fogs – oh no,

they burst with gorgeous specificities.

But something else, you think, today,

might please. And so you’ve sought

instead of fought and brought it round. Now,

perhaps, some small simplicity’s been found.

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A Blessèd Duo-Ridden Dawn

Some like their deities

in threes

but I’d choose

getting gods in twos –

two is company, three’s a crowd,

two is humble, three is proud,

two is quiet, three is loud.

So let us couple up and stay

with my divine frost-blue-haired lady

and her wise beige hanger-on

and pray they’ll take us

to their blest and blessèd

duo-ridden dawn.

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Silent Songs

Presumably tries to read in touch

what you can’t say in words.

Silent songs of birds.














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Winds Can Undermine

Winds can undermine –

propagate the feeling

of a fine sweet freedom

when you stand in them –

help you to envision

grander realms –

help you to imagine

you could land in them.











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Édouard

Despite your

fight inside

to be you,

Édouard

toujours

lights up

to see you!

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Grappling Unhappily

Eternity is grappling unhappily with time.

They cannot force a single thing

between them into rhyme.










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Quite True

Were you the woman

wearing rubies

in the ruby gown

who looked me

up and down

and clearly thought

I wouldn’t do?

Well, that’s quite true.

I never do.









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