in all the cosmos
physical	mental      spiritual
technological
virtual
sociological
empirical       delirious
tasting like chocolate
moving with dense erotic meaning
Through cities of plastic
traffic jams
deserts


Heaving oceans like breath
Mothers     fathers
Chinese restaurants
Conditions of ecstasy
insight and
fury
Ice-covered pinnacles
Sour desolation
Car insurance          playtime            vibrating madness
war zone                   bottom line       binary		ternary
Equations that capture the logic of motion
and the order of things
Through swerve of sure, bend of bay,
twisting of woman,
There's only one thing that's important:
spark
act of kindness




Kind 
to self, others,
things
Thrill     peace
empty   full         balance


ignore it
mock it
sing it
embrace it
Enclose its luminous reality
in your thinking, sweating limbs
Exude it as you eat, mate, sleep,
move, talk, read, write, play, laugh,
dance, type, show off, elude,
fall down and get up
and fall down and get up
and fall down and get up again


where you are
there it is




?

is this the way
 to touch --
   Who knows?


The dead plastic world
has no room for compassion
No dollar amount
is assignable to love
which mingles the profit and loss columns
irremediably
-- Perhaps even illegally
(sardonic laughter 
by young men in business suits) – 
Love!  (ha ha)

Walking down a New York street,
can I wrap my arms around a stranger
without being smacked in the face?
No?
Then what place does love have
in the realm of the body?


?!



But a random touch could
lead to a friendship, a dalliance, a romantic 
explosion … a lifetime of wonder and 
bliss

Is love merely
statistically improbable?   Life just an unlikely combination
of death particles, the beautiful look on your face when
I know that you want me
an emergence of the perfect and eternal from
the meaningless concatenation of particles in meaningless
four-dimensional spacetime?

Existence is an extreme condition of
the nonexistent

Look at me – I touched your arm on the street
Look at me -- strange woman –
	it was I touched your arm on the street
Look at me – another human being, another cosmos, 
	another stinking world
Look at me – I howl for you silently, my internal howling precisely
	the same as your own, as proved by the Pauli exclusion 
	principle applied to karmic surfaces of revolution
Look at me – I exist, I breathe, I eat, I fuck, I run, I love, I talk,
	I write far too fucking much nonsense garden when I have work 
	to be doing
Look at me – I'm an asshole!
Look at me – I'm an asshole!
Look at me – I'm an asshole who repeats himself three times!
Look at me – I'm a wonderful guy, a real sweetheart, the loveliest
	guy in the world
Look at me – I just might smack you in the face
Look at me – Whatchoo lookin' at muthafucka?
Look at me – garden of sweet nonsense teeming inside
Look at me -- and forget your family friends and lovers, children
	grandparents job hobbies possessions addresses lives and lusts 
	and lies
Look at me, and remember, there is nothing but nothing, there is
	something but something isn't something, there's only you
	and me and you and we are not at all,
Look at me, I love you, I love you, I love you, hello I love you won't
	you tell me your name, let me jump in your game, et cetera, 
	et cetera
Fuck you, you won't even look at me

Or maybe you will, maybe I'll ask you directions to the subway and 
give you my phone number and you'll call me later and fuck me with 
madness and I'll read you my poems and we'll live together for hours 
or years and I'll hear all your secrets and soothe your stupid divine 
sadness – and all because I touched your arm – in the street – 
random madness – what the fuck, you know?