Sorry, I keep losing it.
One of the things I like so much about him
is that he's very generous.
He's also extremely irreverent.
This is a poem called "The Nefelegeretes"
which is a word that he made up, and it
means he hangs out with the clouds,
and also he chases around the hems of the clouds.
Oh how beautiful to hang out with the clouds,
to write like Homer epics and old shoes, to not
care if you liked or not.
Nothing.
Free of distraction, to reap unpopularity like this,
with generosity.
As if you owned a mint and shut it,
fired all personnel to keep a poverty
had by no other completely yours.
At the hour when at their bureaus without hope,
hanging by phones they fight for nothing but fat people.
You go up inside Eros.
Totally smudged but limber, a chimney sweep.
You come down from Eros ready to found your own white beach.
Without money, you undress as they who know of love undress,
and with large leagues open yourself freely to cry.
It is bigamy to love and to dream.