NOTHING

 
Nothing is as it was said --
not the man who I was so
beautiful and I said so what
 
Not the wing just out of the
chrysalis (gold dot), not the plastic
chonmage wig, not even the web
 
Only love has the fury to make peace
in all the layers of the onion
sprouting in a black plastic box
 
Cats yowling together make the sun rise
and dogs bark, irritation
is a form of pleasure
 
Like string from a yogi's nose, devotion
doesn't pour from your ears - or throat -
diamond shapes from a revolving lamp
 
I'm not really here
except for the glowing red light
under my arm. . .