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


morning air clear
brilliant, no illusion

but comes late am,
the rub, confusion,
I-turbine spins whirlwinds
sparks snap gut to head
and back again and desire
barges in

first thing
everything new

high on amplitude
in a mix of innovations
when the plainest things
are wonders
—tadpoles swim in cup of palms
scooped, studied,
as a blizzard
if you squelch
its freeze & fury
see its horizontal snow
feel its sting, watch it build
before the melt,
before high-Fahrenheit
revelations of blunders
bleed in sunset sun
upon a rock
waiting for weight of sea,
Atlantis going under 

Jim Culleny