d.a.levy
from
praps i7
...
can you imagine
a poet with a bloody hankerchief
around his fist / returning home
each night to write the same poem
over & over for five-thousand years
tell me about
the games you play
im sorry / i dont
understand yr
world
perhaps i shud have
stayed dead
...
& Even the Greatest Zen Masters
have little more to say than
"never carry a lit cigarette
into the bathroom with you"
dont carry the sutras with you
either/
the results are
the same
you get THAT
sudden impulse
to throw that
smoke
sutra
into
the
ABYSMAL
dream waters
praps i7
...
can you imagine
a poet with a bloody hankerchief
around his fist / returning home
each night to write the same poem
over & over for five-thousand years
tell me about
the games you play
im sorry / i dont
understand yr
world
perhaps i shud have
stayed dead
...
& Even the Greatest Zen Masters
have little more to say than
"never carry a lit cigarette
into the bathroom with you"
dont carry the sutras with you
either/
the results are
the same
you get THAT
sudden impulse
to throw that
smoke
sutra
into
the
ABYSMAL
dream waters