Mooyo Neimar: Entering the Navel of the World
One: Womb
Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump,
floating here for millennia,
seems like forever,
one-cell two-cell ameoba-minnow frog
reptillian brain stem
morphing
mammalian
tail,
lungs, lobes,
cerebella,
Amniotic Sea.
now dreaming,
sucking a thumb,
cramped, safe,
thump-thump,
thump thump.
Two: Birth
Spewing
into searing fluorescent light.
The cold
unmuffled scorch
of your own highpitched screaming.
Dialectics, man.
You can’t travel
in outer space.
Waaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!
The twin orbed goddess
is cradling you, cooooooooooooooing,
too la loo ra loo ral . . .
Three: School
See Dick run. Run, Dick, run.
Listen
up.
The owl and the pussy cat went to sea [. . .]
I tink I taw a puddy tat.
Look,
look!
We loved with a love that was more than a love.
tink a tank a
tunk a tunk tunk.
Four: Adventure
You, the cartoon mouse,
comfy and safe,
peering from a cave,
across a distant fluorescent galaxy
of linoleum
linoleum
linoleum
geometric patterns
accordion-like
pantheistic patterns receding into infinity.
The smell of food, the smell of blood
boom boom boom boom
the thumping of a bass!
Five: Stepping Out
Sighing like a train,
passing through a thicket,
evening’s misty monocle.
Holmes’s hat, a hound’s tooth,
footprints in the mole-tunneled mush:
mold – musk – rotting humus.
Over your shoulder
the fading village lights
blinking – sinking – no more –
* * *
It’s getting near dark – follow the prints,
the staggering Prince,
What if [he (the bastard)] tempt you
toward the flood [. . .]
or the dreadful summit of a cliff [. . .]
beetl[ing] o’er his base [. . .]
What if? Think. Placenta,
playpen, pup tent.
Too la loo la rhy.
* * *
Siren’s song, scratchy recording,
fly me to the moon.
that’s one small step
The lake, like a moat,
two oars, a boat, flat bottomed,
wooden, warped.
Gliding through the mist, an owl’s
desolate four notes,
lakewater lapping, lisping, yes!
Six: Jonah *
Swallowed up!
fright of fall, diminishing scream, right
flailing, tumbling, per second
per second, cartwheeling, and
disappearing
black reek,
splashing,
swimming,
clinging to flotsam
luce muto.
Walk this way ?
Yes.
Oui, da. si si
O, C., CC Ryder
Going like mad [,] and yes[,]
I said yes I will yes. And there was a stair,
and,
I walked
right
up.
Seven: The Axial Age
Demographics, man,
the cloak of invisibility,
you can travel in outer space,
diving into the dark,
driving like a bat,
exploiting the mazes of Old Milwaukee,
your own heart thumping,
flipflopped foot stomping the accelerator,
“Quark, erg, quark, erg, quark, erg,”
Boom – out go the lights.
The spinning stops.
Thunderous silence.
* * *
Up through the attic door
you enter the Bardo,
skipping the Pythagorean,
skirting the Druidic sacrifice,
ambiguous moans, the panting,
the rasp of ripping silk.
Dimly aware of the ecstatic static electricity,
flipflopped, through the portal
of the seven sacred vowels, you pass,
ignoring the Good News,
dismissing desert deprivation,
avoiding eye contact w/ warrior and virgin.
* * *
The rotary motion of samsara ceases.
Matter doesn’t matter.
Form is
Emptiness.
Emptiness
form.
uncreated
all pervading
immaterial
impersonal
self-existing
indestructible
Eight: Glimpsing the Goddesses *
An open door
at the top of the stairs.
Safe and sound,
you enter the deepest
chamber of all the temple
all the tea in China
There is a velvet couch,
two sacred serpents
entwined like lianas.
* * *
too la loo ra loo ral
knitting up the raveled sleeve of care
twin orbs, sun and moon,
too la loo melting into perfect crystaline unconsciousness
la ral
道
道
道
* * *
For six days you sleep
then arise
道
not you
not I
not we
thump thump
thump thump
道
Nine: Going Home **
Exhausted ogres with denture breath and walkers,
witches in wheelchairs,
dragons flattened like frogs.
A tip of the hat
– Daisy, Daisy –
not a cloud in the sky.
The boogie man’s
diabetic, his
feet swaddled in gauze.
The big bad po-please-man,
porcupine buzzcut, obese,
blowing bubbles on a park bench.
The unforgiving nun,
now near ninety or so,
suffering a sponge bath.
Look, Jonathan Edwards
bowing to you
as you whistle a tune:
O Daisy, Daisy,
I’m half crazy
too la loo la loo
Ten : Again, the Threshold *
The lake, a mirror,
the sky, a mirror,
Mirror, mirror [. . . ]
A sail, a skiff,
glitter of sun rays
The receding temple
as unsubstantial
as the coast of Connemara
wrapped in mist.
Too la loo la loo ral
Too la loo la lye
The sun climbing,
the cove
coming into view.
No cliffs here – just a
path of pine straw
in the forest.
No big bad wolves or
gingerbread houses.
Or fathers’ ghosts.
Thump thump
goes the heart.
Thump thump
goes the earth.
Thump thump
go the drums.
Eleven Two Brains, Two Worlds
But you and I’ve, we’ve been through that,
like this, like this and that,
like the reptilian: the Inquisitions, the jihads,
like man, like been there, like done that.
Like the neo cortex: Sanskrit, Pali, Linear B,
algebra, calculus.
like the motion of twin orbs,
like the valley of the shadow
as if silence is whispering something
there, in the silence, some thing
whispering
there
no here
no here, right here, right now. Now!
Twelve: OM
道
You Do Hoodoo 