OUT

Home bound

Stone ground

Laughing til it’s holy

Loving life only

One way down

From the upper room,

Climbing out

Your father’s womb,

All that noise

All that crying

Pop stars mop bars

Wrong way moon down a one way tomb

The light can’t see

The fingertip feel

Itself, it’s sealed

It sells

Like sex on Sunday,

Gloria Mundy,

Solomon Grundy

Driving a Hundai

One more word --

third eye groping,

And heaven opens --

OUT,

I am out,

Inside out

No doubt,

No dust clouds

Hanging over me

And I burn and am free

In the strange, incidental truth of it.