inside the beginning / No.1

vignette

to Cro-Magnon man the backside of the Sun

was as flat as the Earth, although the backside

of the Moon was once as mysterious as the concept

of Purgatory to enlightened man.

why not draw the same conclusions and move on?

––we don't romance beneath the Sun.

we don't collect rocks from the Sun.

the Sun is always agitated because

it doesn’t have to be pleasant.

–– today the Sun hangs over my garden of tomato hornworms

and over Miami's alligator swamp at the same time.

––meanwhile under moonlit skies in the deep southend of town

approaching the Ponta Delgada drive-in, inside the spacious trunk

of Dominic DeCarlo's Lincoln Continental, a hogtied stool-pigeon

from the old country is pissing himself because he knows he's done for.

It's not worth the worry. who knows what is?

putting it another way:

if there’s a man in the Sun, I guess today it’s me.