"Poets of Planet X
'Cuckoo singing
together with a skylark
a crisscross of
voices'
--Kyorai
This is an experiment
where is the center
of the flower
it is in every atom
it is in every atom
This is an experience
This is the National Security Broadcasting
System
This is a test
This is not an actual emergency
the Indians are dancing
on top of
a mountain
they are stopping the end of the world
live or die
black or white
day or night
they are dancing
in the shadows
they are healing
the wounds of the scars
they are singing the bad dreams
away
I am a feather
in the wind
I am looking
for a dove
in the claws
of an eagle
too full of final light
to fight
I am a feather
in the wind
I am looking
for an eagle
who flies for
the sun
too full of life
too sick of death
to hunger
in the city
he is the tune of concrete and streets
is an organ grinder
he is wise
he is an alcoholic
his monkey is nothing
from a zen monastery
the organ grinder
drinks up
the coins from
the tin cup
he is dying
the monkey is starving
he is smiling
he is singing the blues
about
lotta ways of dying'
the organ grinder
is grinding out
the end of the world
the monkey is
dancing it
away
with chalk & ink
slate & paper
bunsen burners & beakers
neuclear reactors & computers
presidents & big bad ass brass
punching out
the end of the
world
nobody sees
what a tree frog sees
he's a high leaper
a dreamer peeper
a winter sleeper
a blunder jumper
a rainbow bumper
he's a test tube
baby
he's a long drinker
a deep thinker
bottled in beer
he's hopping
away
the end of the world
he's your in & out
up
and down
walk jump
jump flying
dreamsinging
away
the end of the world
in the VA Hospital
Dr. McDonald Fuqaduc &
the follow the yellow line crew
examine
but it is hard to see
after so many times of seeing
this sort of
stuff
I mean
you just want to go home
& forget it
I mean
yeh it could be me
but
it's not
Doc
I'm blind
let's see now
got to get shoes for the kids
take an aspirin
Doc
I can't walk
car payment due $579.50 + insurance
it is your imagination
Doc
I'm an amputee
ahhhhh
there is the nurse
nice legs
if I put my hands in my pockets just right
uunhhh...right
back to government business
the Doc
stands there
looking like
St. Joseph the Aspirin
he remembers
his car payment
the nurse
he says
Quack
they are quacking
away
the end of the world
in the Veterans Hospitals
St. Joseph the Aspirin
is putting
back legs
leading the blind
quacking away
the end of the world
at the tent revivals
& full gospel missions
they are rock & holy rolling
shimmying & shaking
serpents writhing
with open Maranatha arms
toward the end of the world
in the cathedrals
they are stained glass
gothic and gaudy
genuflecting away
the end of the world
in the gay bars
in the hetero-anything goes
brothels
Yes
even in the psycho wards
they skip from
room to room
dodging the orderlies
who are playing
in the broomclosets
with fat and pugnacious
nurses
in the rehabilitation center
spastics
are meeting in toilet stalls
with Playboy magazines
jerking around and drooling
all over your world
somewhere in a back lot
in some RV camper
a midget and a hunchback
who feel astoundingly like
flesh and blood
warmth and human
make love to the sound of calliopes
as if it were the end
of the world
Yes
even the latex generation
in their rubber suits
all those that can get one up
or wet one down
are making love
as if it were the end
of the
world
where is the center
of the flower
it is in every atom
where is the center
of the atom
it is in the universe
I am a feather
in the wind
I am looking
listen
poets of planet X
they say the wind & trees are singing
they say the sky is eyeing
they say the oceans are listening
they say the Earth is feeling
they say the man is dreaming
& there is no test
& there is no emergency
& the experiment
is a lovers gentle
urgings
& the Indians are dancing
on top of
a mountain
they are stopping
the end
of the world"
-- Sam Modica. Written in Ann Arbor, Michigan, circa 1974. Via Fb memories
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