Finally! May not be floodgates, but a wet whistle is better than a dry kisser.
Out of My Mind
when I exit my mind
the jaws of the sky open for me
revealing secrets
issued from the lips of the wind
when I let all the network of wires and fibers
unravel in their own sweet time
seas ripple with chill, a delightful knowing
blowing me kisses off crests sighing,
stars come out dressed
in color
winking at me wildly
when I set conclusion free
from behind bars of scrutiny
blackbirds lift their boat-tails on wires
conduct a tempo of beating hearts
heralding the fires of my ignited illusions
how tremendous it is—
every spark, drop, draft, crumb
quivering in joy
over my long awaited departure
I won’t tidy, shift, arrange or care.
I’ll create—
a breathless copy of film from a dream;
a platter of words—a sculpture of specters out of air;
how easy
simple as a draught of light in a grass passage tomb,
dozing in a marble lotus in Agra at noon
a stroll in stone sunset
down the sandy floor of the Valley of the Kings
there’s no sparse speech for the ecstasy delusion brings
among the algebra, the daily spasms of ordinary things
it’s all a cinch—
out of my mind
