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 as
HORSEFLY
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 by
ducks
& 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 exhausted
at
the window like our thinking --
I'll sit silent
ly then,
and listen
to
the sun yawn
a