I'm a coffee stain on an emerald table, a bobcat in your backyard, the 23rd Trump, my mother's greatest wish and my father's greatest fear, eighteen books of poetry scattered near the Gar du Nord, the connected breath of orgasm, a race car driver, the first post-post modern poet, the reflection of your reflection of me in the mirror of your eyes, the smile of an aging thai whore when a little boy gives her a flower, the understanding of exactly where freedom begins and ends, a disgraced cosmonaut, Freud's most uncomfortable moment, a cherry blossom pressed inside a copy of the Koran, the sticky right hand of a Lama, everything you want and nothing you need, my mother's greatest fear and my father's greatest wish, the brick you couldn't break, two out, a full count, and a man on second, the sometime embodiment of vipassana, a walking cyclone, the sum of everthing and everyone I've encountered, more than you can possibly imagine, an open secret, my own greatest enemy and my most enthusiastic fan, caught somewhere between infrared and ultraviolet for a little while anyway, pecking my own breast bloody to feed my ideas, light as a feather, heavy as the center of the galaxy, licking between your toes every chance I get, looking for my secret lover, oh you've noooo idea.................