Dogs 2014

ON YOUR BACK OR ON YOUR KNEES
(2/27/14)


1987

Amarillo

late afternoon

hungover

jobless

my apartment
subsidized
by fucking
the landlady

but I felt
so fretless

so free

I was quite
insane

lying
in the grass
of a city
park

looking
for the end
of a much
too blue
sky

feeling
the immensity
of The Universe
pressing
down
upon me

I saw
the three dimensional
corner
of the cosmos
then imagined
a forth

a plane
at ninety degrees
to the others

the weight
was lifted
and a new
reality
briefly opened
to me

I moved
through space
on the Starship
Earth
understanding
all terrestrial
and celestial
movements

everything
at that point
made sense
to me

I could see
the fabric
of the wind
blowing the leaves
and branches
bordering
my view

I was woven
in that same
flowing drapery
of existence

I was woven
and at the same time
the weaver

I created

I sustained

I destroyed

like some
three headed
cave painting
stripped of meaning
by briefly distracted
tourists

no vessel
of established
thought
could contain
me

my mass
expanded
exponentially
until my senses
enveloped life
dynamic

life static

death absolute

then
I was bitten
by a small
insect
and brought back
to the miserable
prison
of my current
social status

I felt
in my pocket
for the few
crumpled
bills
remaining
from selling
my bicycle
the day before

Happy Hour
would be starting
soon

old
possibilities
awaited