While waiting for
my nephew to arrive, I walk through a parallel universe whose
air is the color of money, whose enlightenment is entertainment,
victims straddle the gaudy machines
of Lady Chance Casino.
I can see why Seami in his book on the art of Noh
performance, The Transmission of the Flower, speaks
of this accomplishment as 'surprise.' For the person doing
it this is the 'surprise'
of discovering oneself without a self...moving
in effortless emptiness and grace, Elvis
lives here, with his greasy hairdo, face bloated
in a twisted grin, eyes dead as silver dollars, exhausted voice
cracking, hips locked in the vice of rigor mortis.