Cartoonish: A “Solemn Heights” poem

“Watch me paste this peripatetic palooka

with my powerful pachyderma percussion 

pitch!” Said the Carny aside to one of his

favorite rubes.

You may remember something different.

As she walks, she looks ugly, but her

“Buenos Dias” was so sweet and lovely…

and so it goes…

if it wasn’t for the cliches, we wouldn’t 

have a clue where we were, although,

they’re used these days as a sort of cudgel,

blunt instruments to be blunt.

Don’t mind me, I’m still here,

at least on paper.

A rather boffo beginning

dwindling to horse latitudes of stillness

a lighter shade of lattice shadows leading 

in an inevitable direction…not yet.

A guy walks into the coffee house…

Santa Clause?

An old Hells Angel?

I won’t go up to him.

I went up to him…

because…

and he gave me a cigarette 

and I realized he had a soft heart

Mexican with macho beard, hair and vest,

a chill dude…

nothing more…

no big deal…

and so it goes.

“And if I seem to be unkind

it’s only me it’s not my mind

that is confusing things.”  John Lennon

Bears repeating…it’s how we learn.

So, I took a chance here, on the sidewalk,

this morning, by taking a step, one step,

out of my routine, and the Mandelbrot 

took over…

see how easy that was?

Now you try.

If you were here now your mind would be changed 

because Tepoztlan is magic space,

heightened by being surrounded by copper rich mountains,

the town is in the caldera of an old old volcano,

so I did Malcom Lowery one better.

I did a Malcom Lowery without the death…

halfway for sure…

now resurrected

just like Jesus no shit

born again like Buddha

for anyone it’s possible

just like that simultaneous 

awareness nowness synchronicity

why not without the question.