way the helpful way the just right way and the just and right way he was all telling stories
back and forth and all around to the five first disciples and uksha
who just cracked up laughing

leaving to walk in the woods a man of much
credulity with places
to be

and one of the stories was kind of like there was a calf and an eagle
fierce and the calf was sort of fat fat
fat for the eagle to take the way it looked in the leather suit the eagle thought and

it was anyway walking on the cliff so free so jauntily a prancing calf and

wanting to stay up past its bedtime and so the eagle
being the eagle
and not talking to others about what it meant to be

what it was swooped and grabbed the calf

but it couldnt lift its weight
so the calf laughed tried to run away
because the eagles talons hurt even though it was laughing but it couldn’t

get away the flapping was so immense
so the calf said if you had discovered me
in my native surroundings this would never have happened

and the eagle said fine go and let go the calf trotted to its field instead
of being all out and about

and the eagle swooped again and
got his talons stuck in the rope around the calves neck
and then there they were
flapping and mooing

it was a pretty painful experience for the both of them.
if only they had been mindful.

but the real moral of the story is

when the calf and eagle are joined together
no one benefits but a buddha.

is both re: and com:
pulsive;
and the slants curves and coverings of the mouth
during laughter,

the Vulcan repressant to the folly of
losing invention that
must be lost to survive as one.

One is the key to staying with the others,
that and the rigged game,
the mindfullness blocking aromatic

intentions, forcing the prince to make
an appearance, called forth like a
spirit by the witch of Endor.

What do the people say? It is
in compresensible.
Thus we do not desire to hang the peasants.

Round cords and musty vellums are
in the way of subsist
and the invisible Asteroid has been all along the mug of a bent-minded saint bernard.

Heart there

Knock head
Notch foot
Don’t not
Never unknot

Scratch there

Simply feel
Reach under
Assure yourself
Wait loaded

Phantom there

The let-go, the upside-down drip. The not space. The elongated centrality. The mortar helping everyone make declarations. The declaration of space.

The not-declaration of not-space. The not-helping. The let upside-down. The drip of not.

The drip of, helping everyone understand.

white polar bear,
read   Polar Bear
          Tussle

because it was National Geo
graphic and the world should
be beautiful. You were, you were.
Yet I could see this was no tussle.
Your eyes looked like my
old german shepherd’s eyes
           when
           she was afraid of me
           and confused by me,

doing something
from an unknown compulsion and desire.
And beyond the back of another bear, I saw
fear and what will this other do next? What
will be the fall here?
           What must I do now?

stop the parade, we don’t like sermons.
stay quiet, you old muckies.

Paused on a fluorescent, he rubs
his pulvilli hands together
in a jittersome meditation
(anxious philosopher!
daydreaming squirrel!)
and I do not know what
he is about
except that he is
at every moment listening
to the inaudible commands.

Messenger of Allah, reincarnated banker,
slave of evolution,
glittery child of an outer space
creator-race who sowed the seeds of flesh
and electricity on earth

(learned men are even now
holding forth for a hairy evolution
while the razor of their Ockham is cutting
it all away
from the mask of God,
and a man with a ratty mustache and a pony tail
is playing the alien’s advocate
here at the Nite Owl,
but he has also told me he is a vampire,
and after inspecting his teeth,
which are in fact rather pointier than mine,
I still did not believe him),

the fly who does not believe
in earth’s weight that will bring me wrinkles,
is banging,
banging and banging…

into Light.