sun kings

certainly, there are sun kings.
don't let any nobody tell you different.
look to the east of your mouth.
have you ever sat down in the middle
of a dozen or so good wholesome nobody-type
friends
with the inner peace that bonds us from the
middle of our foreheads?
suggest you sit in the heart of the lumpy
sofa and watch the purple aroma of
midnight air. take up thumb-twiddling.
eat ritz crackers with some feta on them.
if you intend to get the best of the evening
in the potato chip bowl that you sift through word-mesh with
you might give a thought to speaking harshly for a moment
as i run up the stairs to the bathroom
to powder my nose
and walk over to catch the full moon out on the open balcony
the shadow that runs over the sliding board
and into the mudpuddle may well be your
own.
i'd like to know a little something about you.
why don't you come into the middle of my
doris day dream as a plumber with a grease-
smeared cheek and unclog my drain.
if there were any more mail order packages
left i would send you a five to get one
turn on W A N D radio station
and muse into the night,
consider yourself a lucky person
since all of us nobodys have emptied the wine bottles
and finished our Greek salads, with our wrinkled
napkins
a golden silence has swept from under the
baby-blue carpet
and there is no reason for you not to notice me
across the room
if i come over and give you a gentle nudge
on your side
and rest your gentle head on a feather pillow
would you take a nice nap with me?
Linus lent me his blanket on condition that it get
good use and affection.
would you?
you'll dream nice.
honest injun.
sigh along with the silver voice that speaks of what
is to come up
and sail out of the party laughing.