dolores park, considering a doctoral degree by Indigo Tempestasitting 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 Copyright © 2025 Indigo Tempesta
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/06/09 at 05:05 AM Endlessly creative. That's what I love about this piece. There's so much brilliant energy running through this thing. |
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/06/09 at 05:10 PM ...has soundings, wordings, reflections on a pristine pond like Italo Calvino, whom i love the writings of...great lil' jaunt inside your mind... |
Posted by Jared Fladeland on 04/08/09 at 01:55 AM this is like the feeling of putting on a sweat shirt that just came out of the dryer all warm and cozy |
Posted by Stephan Anstey on 04/08/09 at 06:46 PM I wish I wrote that. :)
" i can see tiburon like a bellyful of summer moon
dilating all these people and buildings;" |
Posted by Stephan Anstey on 04/08/09 at 06:46 PM This too, in fact, maybe more them more i think of it. This is so delightful really.
"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;" |
Posted by William Brunk on 10/02/09 at 02:36 AM wonderful
the mission? |
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