Nuemenon Poem by George Murdock

I dreamt I went for a walk
on the strip at Hermosa, naked,
gazing into the cloudless sky
and making animal noises, aphasic,
unable to express the view of Newton’s love.
Or speak of the stars like milk pouring from the chalice of Jupiter
l like some primal astronomer of Baka,
With my aiming stick pointing in awe
at a great black rip in the curtain of infinity.
I girded myself with a hastily fashioned
beer can pelvic gourd
Using a plastic six-pack holder for a waist band
And then sat near a fire ring
grunting with aphasic frustration
as towering policemen cuffed and lead me away
I tried to explain the incredible rip of space and time,
sitting somewhat naked in the cruiser,
to dull unbemused eyes behind the chicken wire.