I see you. I walk into your sad closet
and sit down. A thousand waterfalls don’t
wear you away. Ten thousand miles inside
a mine shaft and there you are, sitting
cross legged like a vain, deaf monk
in maroon slippers. You have cords running up
through the ceiling attached to everyone.
You do not hear the world. Other deaf monks
hear with their feet and their fingers and
even their hair. You have been sitting
so long your whole body has gone deaf.
Your world is a circus train running
through a fog bank and all the animals a
and midway barkers have gone quiet. Soon
the only thing you will be able to do is howl.
What? You are afraid? Here, I will teach you!
Tip your head back until your throat
opens a channel directly into your bowels
and roll the world with your constricted love.
No? Howl, you fool!