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APRIL 2007
 National Poetry Month
 


Sketchbook cover from art school days  Muse in my Ear Eye to Eye


If I Were Immersed In You
(I would lick the inside of your universe)

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Why do I sense in you, a right wing medical extremist?
Muse, goddess, must I beg for insight, approach near death?

 

I mean, first it was the water fertilizing a date palm;

water and fruit were like heaven and earth coming together

to multiply all of our resources in the garden.

 

Then, it became the wine and the wheat -- blood of Dionysus,

and the mother of spring Ė Demeter. Next it was lambís blood

over the door lentils, and the unleavened bread of the Israelites.


And, low and behold, that became the blood of Christ and his body.

Sheesh, nowadays, bread and wine symbolize a cool weekend

filled with yuppie cheese products and symbols of a good time.

 

God spilled world, you forever fill my uses from the vine of

trampled wisdom, poured by slow hands of time and vintage Ė

no drink too powerful to overpower my mind linked by press.


You test me with divine esteem, no more deadly than a dream

that lasts a lifetime, seemingly short by contemporary themes

that populate the screens and thoughts of all who seek a word.

 

The self redeeming people caught in the rapture of inspiration

are allowed to see for their own sakes -- especially in the wake
of your epidemiology to come, a word you are gargling as usual

 

In that whiskey tone of voice, immersing and rife with delight.

You walk with me demanding equanimity, our therapy cup
overflowing to the point of self-abuse and mental distraction.

However, even a computer knows one canít ignore oneself.

Muse of amusement or goddess of withering natural forces

My art, my feather, hopeless vision of divinity, take me now

 

So we can discover and celebrate the worlds within us.

 

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