I dreamt I went for a walk <br />on the strip at Hermosa, naked, <br />gazing into the cloudless sky <br />and making animal noises, aphasic, <br />unable to express the view of Newton’s love. <br /> Or speak of the stars like milk <br />pouring from the chalice of Jupiter <br />l like some primal astronomer of Baka, <br />With my aiming stick pointing in awe <br />at a great black rip in the curtain of infinity. <br />I girded myself with a hastily fashioned <br />beer can penis gourd <br />Using a plastic six-pack holder for a waist band <br />And then sat near a fire ring <br />grunting with aphasic frustration <br />as towering policemen cuffed and lead me away <br />I tried to explain the incredible rip of space and time, <br />sitting somewhat naked in the cruiser, <br />to dull unbemused eyes behind the chicken wire.<br /><br />George Murdock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/neumenon/
