Woke up, fell out of bed,

Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,
And looking up I noticed (it) was late
………………—John Lennon, A Day in the Life


clear morning air, night too
brilliant, no illusion

by late am the rub, confusion,
I-turbine generates whirlwinds
sparks flit gut to head and back again
desire barges in

first thing everything was new
high on amplitude in a mix of innovations
when the plainest things are wonders
—tadpoles swim in cup of palms
scooped & studied, calm

calm as a blizzard
if you squelch its freeze & fury

relax, see its horizontal snow and feel its sting, watch it build before the melt,
before high-Fahrenheit revelations of blunders sit in sunset sun
upon a rock exposed in big surf waiting for crack of sea like word from gun
Atlantis going under 

. . .


Jim Culleny