I
am the cowboy.

And this man’s thin denim’s
all I can’t see while seated,
a lady, a cat, the forest at night.

The men here

are out to see a face, a geosynchronous object.

I am the body they turn to, contrapposto event.

Dust
pale on my halo.

The shepherd,
shot through with the noble light of neon

and neurophenomenology.

We play all of Art Tatum’s
STAY AS SWEET AS YOU ARE
and then once more.