Berry Miller

Man in lace-stockings on the internet
Bearing his chest and his heart to the bone
Oh, how undefinable

Holding his heels
Playboy Bunny Buddhism
And berry red lips
Do you want a smoke?
I do, and I don’t know

Berry Miller the child
They pointed at him and said
You are an artist!

You can do anything
Be anything
As long as you find your people

And he said
I am you, you are me, we dwell in each other
The whole world dwells in you