Thank you to everyone who has read my posts.
The Namer and the Named
Breast out. Crawl back.
What would it take to make you happy?
If you connect the dots on my skin
there is a map of Stockholm. The scar
on my knee is in the shape of John Lennon.
My kidneys are twin televisions.
Side out. Side back.
And what do you think would be different
if you changed your name?
I am a Bach sonata. On cold days
I wear plastic bags on my
asparagus feet. Like most people
I take little note of persons in vehicles.
Back out. Back back.
Can you think of a constructive way
to use your anger?
I want to have ruby slippers
and the tongue of a hummingbird.
I want to wail Johnny B. Good
and accept the Nobel prize in sign language.
Flutter out. Butterfly back.
Do you want to tell me
about the voices that you hear?
Inside me is a Magic 8-Ball
that floats haiku in my navel.
The music of the spheres plays
in the hinge of my eyelids.
I am the namer and the named.
Crawl out. Float.
And what are you thinking about now?
There are too many.
There will not be enough.