Saturday, May 2, 2009

Buddha Stuka

There is a burning Buddha
who wonders in musical hats
the blurt the swallow the opiate
that fascinates
A sacred swingdoor
exposes a drop of the
blind masked corpse
still, our god is
lying sweating in a
latin museum nursing his matzoh and
committing unspeakable acts with
his crown of thorns.

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