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’s too
brilliant, no illusion

but late morning the rub, confusion,
me turbine generating whirlwind charges

sparks fly gut to head and back again
desire’s breadth enlarges

morning held few complications everything was new and new was everything
high on amplitude in crux of innovations when 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