poetry

hey, whats that? poetry?i guess rules of verse sort of went out back in the 50,s. is rumi the poet of poets. rumi, the wandering sufi mystic. 900 years ago he settled in konya. in western turkey.


i remember the train station in ankara at night in august 1977.
' those were diffierent times'
there was a crescent moon in the sunrise,
on the dusty, creaky old bus in eastern turkey
asia
or asia minor. rumi was still there

 

I know so little about myself
as I and I talk to
one another,
in this garden,
of serpent, bird and ewe.
through this pergatory rambling
through this dance of
call response,
our instruments bodies bend in time
calling the futures' newfound séance

 

in other wording, all of this has come and gone
have good dreams