My belly joined the Belly Potential Movement.
My brain took EST, my left eye last was seen
swimming with Swami Riva, my right was rolfed.

I’m actualized, if you know what I mean,
transcending, getting ready for the future,
fulfilled with helium, unstressed, piecemeal.

My organs drift asunder above the circus,
each bulbous with capacity to feel —
eastward the nose and south the probing tongue,

each toe afloat and powdered like a clown,
aurora borealis genitalia
higher than acupuncture can bring down.

Why then this aching? Surely not my soul —
for none was found when all was picked apart.
And, strings all cut, who would expect such throbbing

from one gland left on earth — my leaden heart?