August 2000 - Letter 25
(After WCW, for Cranky)

The whole process is a lie,
        unless,
                                            crowned by excess,
it break forcefully,
                               one way or another,
                                                from its confinement  --
or find a deeper well.

The well
                          perhaps
from which you
& "we"
                  blossomed.

Summer, SUMMER!
                       indeed
the month to release.
The Slaughter August sun
           sets, now
just a glimpse
                      bleary-eyed
exiting work.
                    Bi-planes
glowing  golden light
       rays reflecting
                 sun
      off wings.

Doubts drained
                     by sheer will
        or the velocity
no good doctor
could imagine.

THE BLUR.
            Time  
of the monkey-mind.

Freedom sought
as a burn, a turn
toward that which
                            endures.

We                   
kindling a reason
in the season of fledgling
hedges                       
              vegetable summer
lawns carnivorous   
            neighbors wary, we

have them guessing, we
                                                  anarchistic
hyper-sensitive         
                              & green
as green gets
                   without grass.

Cruelty dissipates
like a dying
                           paradigm.

Parade of legends
                             daily.

Monk, mostly.
Demonic Walter
Davis Jr.  Bill Evans
Keith Jarrett, Joni,
Emily Remler, Frank
Morgan's glazed eyes &
glistening saxophone.

The fava beans are
               flowering!

Cat tromping through
                   bare beds
& there is dirt
on his favorite chair.

The inflorescence is
                   not
limited to the
        garden.

I was paging a
blossoming  &  you
you danced
                  into
                               view.

You made the boy
      unique
in this time
            for sobriety
                                          you

extinguished fear
of intimacy & became
the plug-in for the
            source

electric                      
            such spasms
heretofore unknown.

The rush of the Stuck
               over rocks.

Dogs romping @
Dash
                 Point
                                   beach
the Olympics in view.

Blossoming, an overdue
tapping …

Love dousers, we
divine               
     ing, tapping
into source, we
                      find
the deepest well.

Sure, the briars.
              How many?
More will come.        
                   Blackberry
brambles catch my
pants leg too.

The jeweled parts, we
will stroke             
            scratch
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

We will bite  (nibble)
tease               
between
                   teeth.

Movement For Intellectuals.
Your bait                 
           I swallow, now
you may use
                     me
                              up.

peN#990
3:41A
8.25.00