sitting in ferlinghetti's later worldview
reading the next ferlinghetti. he makes me laugh,
this man in with whom i am
                 in with whom
                     with whom i am
                                                                    yes
about to enter.

he of the front of books who sat
so few years ago where i sit and write,
and wrote

and lately shakes my hand in an office
where surely i shall look the fool
in years to come;


but from here!
   i can see tiburon like a bellyful of summer moon
    dilating all these people and buildings;

    the shiny arms of girls glaze the slick bellies of other
     girls: possessively, as if they can fend off all
     but that harsh violence that inheres in
     love as we were shown it, while the bathroom line
     sloths on;

    the sun and giant palm trees and the unlikely
     baroque of agriculture here and being just
     exactly where you are because
     by virtue of scale even any where else is
     too far away:

how should i leave it?

slowly,
really,
entering in with one man
about whom i only know he wears no
glasses and is the new ferlinghetti
of which we may soon be wanting
(i saw himself at the bluegrass festival);

quitting briefly another man, nominally mine,
nominally for reconnaissance

--and from here it all pours out

04/05/2009

Posted on 04/06/2009
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