self kaboom

i am adam gottlieb.
psych! i am not adam gottlieb.
i am not real.
jk. i am.
i am flesh. i am Spirit.
i am mortal. i am Eternal.
i am mind. i am beyond mind.
i am myself. i am not.
i am walt whitman, my mother,
a spider, a man, i am spiderman.
i am saul williams, but you can call me little bear.
really i am nobody, but i love costumes.
i believe every day is dress-up day.
i am a play, i am reality,
an actor though i do not act.
sometimes i sing.
i am my voice. i want to be Poetry.
shy at times, i'd like to be sly's voice.
i play flute. actually i am a flute.
scratch that. i am actually a hole in that flute.
i want to get unstuck. here goes:
i am tonight's first bolt of lightning,
the butterfly's virgin flight,
a gray glob of clay in a preschool,
a red pebble stuck between an elephant's toes,
a crow's feather fallen beside a yellow brick house,
a fisherman's boat off the coast of sri lanka,
a bee dancing drunk in a tulip,
a wisp of cloud over the himalayas,
i am lake michigan mirroring a rose sunrise,
the bassline of stevie's “higher ground”
i am impeccable, funky and fresh,
i am earth, wind and fire, water,
a drop in the river, a day in the life.
i am jesus.
nay, i am the beatles. i am bigger than jesus!
i am salvador dali's answer to the question “do you do drugs”
i am nikki giovanni.
verily, i am not my ego, but i am trippin
nuts.

i am You, not i, not me, not we/he/she/they/it/ze/whatever
the primordial pronoun, a preverbal word,
a language that existed before God,
i am the first note of the song of God.
hell, motherlova, i am God.
at the same time i am Her baby.
i am hunger – feed me. i am food – eat me.
i am meaning, nonsense, Nothing, Everything,
i am saturn in a grain of sand,
an orange rotting on the moon,
the lifetime of a dewdrop that falls from a flower,
the rooster that woke me each dawn in puerto rico.
i am the whole universe in this poem, the word whoa.
i am my Heart, your Daddy, your Mommy,
gimme a kiss.