Merrily Goin' Round, Part 3

9.

to knowing it was 

all so amazing and the view

that long view and 

deep space 

seemed so beyond one

that to collapse it all to an understanding

a system super imposed

was an equal sensation

ArT ItselF

was the beyond he was seeking

the counter step and 

interface exchanging 

glimpses and noticing designs that 

were puzzle and game 

enough to get through

they were complex and had a 

pleasing feel and 

along the way 

he saw that the black or 

intimations of, 

were something that 
prodded one along to make 

something of it

yes, Jack would still talk 

from time to time 

of reverence 

as in feeling thankful

and maybe just Karma

we can understand it in another 

language sometimes better

GreEn BoOK SuPreMe!

RoaD AheaD

it all opened 

upon the sacred 

and abstracted 

10.

spirit of, his feeling 
for the profane was dwindling
Corporate tactics which made it 
hard to see, and the Newspeak
Just what was real 

beyond what was calculated for 
one in the ever growing numbers
even the widening riches were
part of the glut
and over the falls

so reaching for spirit
between the body of 
and the thought
and the enthusiasm 
for, Why, Well, Maybe-- 

supplied by this
imaginative metaphor and 
its place in the order which 
made a beauty and aesthetic 
which Jack was not afraid 

of and had some universal implication 
of humanity-- because we died 
that we all died,
Crispin would carry on
the reverence 

came from having 
been left though the profane irony of 
reporting the blunt 
reality 
he had an earlier version on tape and 


11.
Jack listened as the sky grew large 
and that wonderful word
Crystaline.
Would Achilles ever arrive?
The road did seem the reality 

the way, 
and the life on the road
we all were spinning on our way 
somewhere, the elephants would smell 
and fondle the ground 

lumber on, RoarinG 
through Kansas 
the ScareCroW crossed his ArMS 
pointing every which way
Jack realized of course

he was making it all up

He wasnt even sure if Crispin agreed

knowing damn well Achilles 
certainly would not 
have the patience to 

pause
he was still still dragging his foe 

around by the hair

he didn’t even know why
at this point

it was the Rage
at his own death

ahead on this wonderful road 

he saw that in the distance,
in the cool air,


12.
Childlike Achilles
the sun from with in though-- 
Boy, those 
Easily understood clouds 
were always arriving 

the moment he crossed 
the state line.
He kept going back 
with in to find that 

ideal, 

Jack guessed 

was the flOweR PrizE, 
how he kept on
the profane having turned 
to the opposite

garbage metaphor 
standing in for
confused time
it is all guarded by a copy 
of ourselves!

the minotaur 
out to destroy
he is us
he creates and destroys
praying, our soul to keep

the blank in our eye
black and white striped 
whale descending 
and through bubble wake 
ascending to poof 

and steam of
keeping 
on and on-- ward
even in the Mayan images 
he saw the same