LETTER FIFTY THREE
"either you are body conscious and a slave
of circumstance, or you are universal consciousness
itself and in full control of every event"Dear mind,
mind flora mind fauna, sprawl
as you may this June
Where P. Whalen is
disguised here asHORSEFLY
on my foot! He neighs
and gallops off onto the foot of Taos Mt.sun warming early cool, creek
shuffs by, no 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 --
"feeling ducky"New Mexico gives me a feeling inside,
of canyony pinyon piney vast bird breaths SCREECHING beautifully byducks & elephants trodding by in my abdomen.
Control is vandalized in the belly by a herd of elephants
a hunger gurgle? A stampede of missing?DUCKSCATTER!
What colossal, lumbering elephant thick
nerves we have for breakfast today,
raking over the New Mexican plain --abdomen as savanna
see what thoughts do, they
FAN THE GUT,
rake the plain.
Saw antelope off 64 west do the same --
yet at this time
Crickets start their early clicking in the tall morning
grass, between pinyons
breakfast 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,
Cottonwood tufts drift by like so,
snowing from nowhere
into my hair, snowing
heavily now, now heavenly
against the bright blue June
sky, where I act just like snow
flakes, a control freak? An un-
attached ecstatic one, none
the less, melting in the sounds
of
wind chime,
stuck flies,
spent wingzzzz exhaustedat the window like our thinking --
I'll sit silent
ly then,
and listento the sun yawn
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