Not Another Rumi Poem - Taxi Sky Decrying Limitless Limit - Mock Episode #78 Poem by Warren Falcon

Not Another Rumi Poem - Taxi Sky Decrying Limitless Limit - Mock Episode #78

for Ted Berrigan, Edwin B. Jerkin, Verona U. Hasben

'It's time to go mad. It is the day of the apocalpyse
the year of parrot fever! What am I saying?
...
Winter crisp and the brittleness of snow
as like make me tired as not. I go my
myriad ways blundering, bombastic, dragged
by a self that can never be still, pushed
by my surging blood, my reasoning mind. —Ted Berrigan


dream's no longer
detail-remembered,

s'blotted, only scraps to poke at -

something about
(o spare me)
a Rumi poem,

a turbaned Sufi hack
at the wheel, a beat

VW taxi, bondo-ed
presto-change-od,
yellow bright

(can't
fool me) ,

drives my

denser body jam-crammed
back seat behind of the DRIVER

my window blacked out aka
s'no seeing 'the Path' clearly

destination long overdue

Return/Reunion
to/with 'the Friend'


Did I make it

almost out of site

into unannounced

dys-tances dim,

diadem-thin?


s'dem

tail pipes

stems


mit ashes,

miles of 'em,

windless traffic



Ejected duly

Street corner

rumbles sub rosa


'Just the thing! '

jerks an

altared Grate

incarnate

incenerate

trace


- dyslexia nervosa

out of body Sub Rosa -


'has

anhedonia

seen my gal? '


Notch a'

sudden,

sullen

bracing

Blur into

frames'

powder

blue

blue
sameness
bright/dinged
(why choose)
yellow-suited
predictable
helmeted men
at war with
pavement 5
stories below
mad to get to
gas, rusted
pipes a'leak,
perhaps,
Karamazov
'mock episode'

hard left turn
signal - blink

blink blink


I BREAK FOR

Ibn Ben Blossoms

Saturday, May 4, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: sonnet,parody
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