the mandarin’s skin

(for steve cannon)

Steve Dalachinsky NYC  7/7/19

a back rub

a thanks for coming

a story of relationships

thirst

that only I.V.s      description

& friendship can convey >


the SUN is a mandarin ORANGE

tonight / covered by clouds

we peel the skin back & there 

it is in jagged lines

the blind man’s mouth 

opens wide to receive the taste

his eyes remember


it’s too early for a poem

it’s never too early for a poem

it’s too late for a poem 

it’s never too late for a poem 

“READ THE POEM” – the blind man

says harshly hoarsely 

with a brutish love for the POEM

there is no poem – then be the poem

i think he must be thinking

as i wish for clemency for the 

Mandarin


the blind GUY remembers everything

from his childhood

from yesterday

from tomorrow

the texture of paint as he touches

the canvas

he remembers the colors

remembers the image

from before he was able to touch it

hears the music in it 

hears the music in everything


he is unrefined

yet sophisticated 

educated lavish gruff honest

has taste – like right now for this 

mandarin orange of a SUN

as we pull back its skin


he can sting you with his truth

embrace you with his humility

he can spin you never ending stories

BEEN THERE DONE THAT – this happened 

WHEN – didn’t you know that guy too?

sorry i was barely born yet 

HEARD IT ALL     SEEN IT ALL


the blind man peels back the skin of history

reveals the gathering forming about its edges

the bitterness of the rind 

the sweetness     at times dullness 

of those sometimes not-so-juicy slices / 

the stringy mess that often gets in the way

the parts & their WHOLE

the beauty or futility a poem 

can produce / READ THE POEM

there is no poem       then be the poem 

as you describe the tops 

of trees to him

his thumb parts his lips &

rests on his upper right teeth

his eyes close & he is poised for

 listening & he listens deeper 

ever deeper to the music that 

the peeling creates 

he knows from years of 

experience how exotic & chaotic

the afterglow can be

he pushes the upper lip up a bit more

smiling a quiet naïve AHHHHHH 

of a smile   a child’s smile   a wise man’s smile   

a wise guy’s smile

as he peels away the layers to get at the JUICE.