This poem was one of the first I poemed.  It is from August 2002.  I was working with the DPW of Black Rock City, helping to build the Burning Man Festival.




Well them bellies do whirl

and galaxies twirl color from dust

and a pumping red thumper

pumps an Ocean of red wonder

splashing fits of fire

to tongue and fingers

and tingle like stars

all the bones of this wondering

belly to belly

eyes to eyes

sparks the purest light

becoming everything

being a thing

every coming

comes to see



What I love about this poem is the music of it, the way the words roll over one another. It's silky smooth.