fortieth year - 1

when it's done right as i hope this will then it starts with a bow to all of the beings i have ever known a montage of power in whose care and kindness anything is possible i flatten me at your feet i pray for the blessing of your inspiration

it was my fortieth year to heaven woke to my hearing from harbor and neighbor wood the mussel pooled and the heron priested shore with call of sailing boats and rook upon the net webbed wall myself to set forth that second in the still sleeping town and set forth

homage to every bit of beauty that has ever passed here in the swirling space of thoughts that don't ever stop

i am the one who moves this way and that

and she is the one who comes to me when i'm sad when i'm not alone but lonely

she is the foot and toe she is the elbow jutting at moments into the view of ordinary concerns i must eat i must sleep i must drink till i am silly i must move and i must move and i must move till i must eat and i must sleep and i must drink till i am silly and i must move and i must move

someday someone has just got to say rest rest

there is an expression that i have learned praying hands held to the chest in gratitude

and the castrated ones they stand on the corner smoking they want to feel the bulges in their pants start to rise

and sometimes i feel like jonah handed the gift of deliverance for all beings a massive majestic jewel in my chest and when beckoned i take the first ship to somewhere anywhere else

and she says nothing you could do could make me turn my back on you when you're looking for a fight i'm your man