The sandwich artist is a sandwich technician.
Now is the time for prophecy without death as a consequence
the universe will ultimately disappear
Hollywood will rot on the windmills of Eternity
Hollywood whose movies stick in the throat of God
Yes Hollywood will get what it deserves
Time.
Did they bend their ears to the moans of my soul when I struggled with the money-chant of soapers – the research statistics in the Forum at Rome?
The Buddha of the suffering
The last summer was fated,
the crucible. It brewed
disaster. When you came seeking
Herbal remedies and the Buddha
in India, mother said you are
like another Buddha, innocent
of suffering, vulnerable, sincere. That one day,
without doubt, you will reach
your goal.
Though I would rather have
sent you alone to Bodhgaya
to receive the few inevitable knocks,
father said, no, this boy is our guest,
your colleague, we must protect
him in the lawless jungles of Moghulsarai –
cross road for the old moghul chariot
path from Delhi, now
a railway town.
You were probably better
off, without the offical jeep that broke
down, the government inspector
who gave you a military style
inspection of Benares and the bathing gnats.
Then on the last day
in Bodhgaya you miss your water
flask and drink the local
brew. You see the Buddha, not in the
temple, but in agony, sitting in the loo
of an old guest house.
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