In the Room inside a Way of Feeling

Harsh December sunlight carpets this bare studio

Where two midcentury rocking chairs

Writhe and bear the fruit of sacred mysteries

As garishly out of place as the gilded samovar

Chuckling on a low coffee table and steamily

Ogling walls of an indifferent blue somehow

Stolen from your eyes and there atop an empty

Bookcase is a naked Egyptian cat surveiling me

With impassioned impartiality me trapped in this

Room of actuality this room of how sweet to be

Anywhere in sunlight! this room of a desperado 
Sense of nightness O room of one plus one equals

Jupiter and the moon and you see in the flashes

Of the captive these bright feelings that are facts

Escaping Never into That Realm

Because it moves us not we take a pot shot Ping!

O balls! we miss and still escape evils of saintly
Standards by having no standards at all we who
Swim social slack-water between this tide and that
And if we learn next to nothing at all well then 
We need not unlearn what little we do learn
Everyone thinks when they go they go up but
We’re not so sure about that look how they see
The smoke of disbelief so very thick tonight they

See us leaping vaguely away from that fuzzy dim
Transcendental fluorescence that star dizzy to be
Everything to everybody everywhere O well if we
Wear baseball caps with zebraic boldness and 
Don’t appear at all one day they think we're lazy