ritual of the resurrected female dervish
climbing out of her own festering wounds
with black diamonds for eyes
& silicon lips
her skin plastic
her scars embalmed
with the burning bones of christian saints
she whirls
like thousand cappadocian dervishes
condensed in a micro-second
swirling
through arid anatolian mindscapes
her whirling
changes direction
when you offer
the other cheek
i look at her & weep
her third eye weeps with me
& together we weep relentless monsoons of esoteric lava
turning new rome to ashes
building splendiferous cities on top of constantinople
& shooting turkish skies to pieces
while allah forgot his rifle
in an american mosque
& philip lamantia
got arrested in a san francisco church
for BEING the marvelous
intergalactic fornication
I
in a world where
the sun turns square overnight
magical cobalt flowers
with intergalactic tentacles
inseminate atlantic mermaids
to enchant turquoise butterflies
& transform them
into caterpillars of gold
II
when a sparkling hibiscus
flower from another galaxy
makes love to a poem
written on planet earth
in an endangered language
with words high-jacked
from the poop of neoliberal dogs
ferocious sirens whirl in ecstasy
to heavy-metal music
in backside bunkers of your brain
dreamless slumber
i have learned to spend dead money
earn deceased currency
use the credit cards of assassination
i have learned to eat catatonic fruit
eat comatose beef
swallow the vegetables of asphyxiation
after years of consuming murdered food
and spending the cash of cannibalism
will my body still speak?
or has it committed suicide
long time ago
with me still in there
somewhere
drowning
in dreamless
slumber
only $2.50
india
an ant colony of shades of brown
in banaras
at the shores of the holy ganges
where corpses are crisp
& human ashes are mistaken for the heavens
an american breakfast is only $2.50
the view you get for free
bon appetit
no need to tip
