To Merilene M. Murphey (3/20/55)-(02/02/07)

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In the absence of your sunshine,
the sundial has lost it's shadow;
the tick-tock of the clock has stopped,
the pendulum is still.
Farewell, Merilene, farewell.

The minute quantity of sand,
held captive in the hourglass,
has ceased it's hourly circuit -
no longer does it run.
Farewell, Merilene, Farewell.

The sole index of the sundial,
the triplicitous hand of Time,
the aperture of the hourglass
will miss your yearly voyage.
Farewell, My love, farewell.

Mongorama

I think, therefore I am, Dr. Mongo,
look for me in cracks and crevices,
miniature atomic sparks
traversing energetic enigmas,
look for me in dark canyons, caves, catacombs
and chasms. I thrive in volcanic sputum,
dank dungeons, cyclones, faults, seismic seizures
and concealed vaults.

I am Nature's patient therapist. Bring me neurotics,
psychotics, schizoids, catatonics, hebephrenics,
and I will explore the ambiguities
woven in synaptic networks,
quilt-spin the mish-mash of polarized intellect,
weld pinched circuits, compress muscular depression,
energise sensory atrophy.

I am Dr. Mongo, wasting
no time on regrets, pursuing cherished ideals - yet,
look for me in gutters, sewers, alleys -
gullies and ravines.
I am the counter stroke, last-ditch, do-or-die,
the never-say-die and the Promise.
Look for me on auction blocks, reservations,
concentration camps, internment camps,
and smuggler's ships, conspiring with Kenyatta,
Geronimo, Rosenberg, and stolen ibejis.

I am minerals, fertilizer, the human wave,
fallen amid defunct weaponry -
once grandiose, personal property,
technological toys, encyclopedic packages
of death and destruction.

Bring me the lame, abused, misused
and I will administer an expanse of
compassionate healing.
I am Dr. Mongo,
Look for me in laughter, uninhibited giggles,
alluring smiles, baptised in the blush of shyness.
Take the tears of my sadness,
place them in teacups and vials,
and reveal past and future.

Bring me nymphs and satyrs,
frolicking in bacchanalian reveries,
and I will juxtapose carnal thrills
and spiritual rapture.
I am Dr. Mongo - a pedigree, thoroughbred,
blue blood, true blue, pilgrim, pathfinder,
the upper tier.
I am April Showers, Autumn's prisms,
unobtrusive snowflakes and lillies of the field.
Heed my music - join me in dance,
Watch as I slam-dunk, break tackles, score goals
and blast home runs.

Find me resting contentedly
in the warm protective enclosures
of huts, igloos, tepees, plantations,
forts and presidential mansions.

I tread trails, pathways, highways, railways, airways,
on foot, bikes, trains, canoes
and space shuttles.
I am fossilized institutions, museums
of delicate tapestry, mausoleums of chiseled art,
the antiseptic odor of ancient tombs
and the morgue.

Find me embodied in weights and measurements,
the width and breadth of America,
because I am America,
the black, red, yellow, brown and white humanity,
scrimmaging with noble roles and truth
and the rummaged lies marketed
in propagandized contradiction.

I am the Delta, Ozarks, Appalachia,
D.O.A in the USA,
but revived in her rags to riches saga.
Look for me in Sleepy Hollow,
Find me in Dogpatch;
I am Al Capp's handsome man with bulging muscles;
his full-bosomed women.
Mandrake, the magician is my partner,
Mutt and Jeff my friends,
Blondie and Dagwood my neighbors,
Lady Godiva my muse.
I am Tiny Tim, leaving crutch-marks in the snow;
Tiny Tim, tiptoeing through the tulips.
I am Dr. Mongo, existing in the immortality
of the Godhead - a portion of all existence:
liquids, solids, gasses and the void.

Bring me the ostracized, dehumanized, disenfranchised,
because my institutions are vast juggernauts,
christening hope, trampling injustice and ignorance.
I am the eye, mouth, ear universal,
since times immemorial,
seeing, speaking, hearing no evil.
I am astrologer, astronomer, Argonaut, astronaut -
look for me on the high seas and in deep space.

Greet me in Lhasa, Mecca, Jerusalem -
Find me in Shangri-la, Valhalla and the Dreamtime.
Map my movements along circuits crisscrossing
up towns, down towns, outbounds, inbounds
and the outback.
Look for me in shantytowns, ghettos, barrios
and skid row as I stand in bread and soup lines,
huddled with the downtrodden, homeless.

But above all - look and find me within you...