He Seems to Be in Front Helping Me Look Out of My Foreheaded Self

Sunset while landing at Baltimore's Friendship aka BWI yesterday early evening (my Friday and Saturday in Michigan posts below this one), at the time I thought I would need activate the Napoleon Emergency Alert System: the high school kid feeding the cats and bringing in mail emailed she had not seen him Friday, Saturday, or Sunday, and when we got home at 8:30 he wasn't home and this morning when I left for work he wasn't home, so I was DEFINITELY going to activate the NEAS when I got to motherfucking desk at motherfucking work and dealt with motherfucking Bookkeeper, sat down, phone chirped, Earthgirl texted:

Even thinking about activating the Napoleon Emergency Alert System works again, NEAS bless, so you get sunset instead (tomorrow, maybe, Napoleon and my Michigan problem). I hope fine metaphors abound, these weirdest, most sideways days of my life.





             
FROM MY FOREHEAD

Alice Notley

He seems to be in front helping me look out

of my foreheaded self. Listen to me:

     

prone night. I was its actual first child

cutting a path with my sword through its

vapors. Then I subdued night until

the desert was clear and a disk shone above.

I am the hero of the struggle between de-

spair and illumination, which is not a shaky

buoyancy but claritas. The name of life

or that you see at all. Just look. If you

kill yourself nothing will happen.

No choices but pedestrian actions a lying

story: you have done nothing. You

can be a detail — a scurrier — garbage

you leave, a fit of nerves, propagating that.

The front of my looking out pulls

     

beauty taking me taking you. The scab in the sky

is gone. We have to go beyond our calculations

and the small words. Why a golden fringe on shirt

come quickly riding the best horses. And

nux is what night the worthless was, as I

sang, We don’t have to believe the petite poetries.

Hooves are pulling us across the yellow sands:

lost in a word, led in a word I got there.

I can never turn back, you see and you can never turn back.