5a 2010

somewhere in Chelsea
a trio of singing bowls are singing our song

five flights up every night
waking up with the light of Isis
in Velma’s tenement flat

eating cantaloupe and almonds off the cutting board
meeting the poets at Nightingale Lounge under a full moon
and contemplating the urban intelligence

Frankincense fills the air near 4b
on the wing of someone’s sacred Sunday Morning

Dizzy Gillespie-Duke Ellington-Miles Davis- Jimi
Hendrix and Charles Parker Place

revolving the universal
and the oneness of what is New York City

Pluto

It’s all in the turning
Taking me light years away

Like magnetic tape that refuses to pick up sound
Or the laser that no longer reads code on a disc

I will miss this

Representation of an ideal

Galactic noise

                       Personal

                                              Planet

                                                                     Profound transformation