Yashoda

That which would temper your soul              which would keep u, sustain u, is That which THEY* surmise is unfit 2 tell u It is anathema It is ruin (2 the Enemies of Man) It is THEIR Dharmakshetra It is THEIR Palace at Babylon            THEIR Flash o’ Reckoning            THEIR Unmitigated Doom It is […]

Not 4saken (en 20Nineteen)

Lyres gilt w/ kaumarya leaf, Accompanied by a peacock’s conceit, Pierce the barricades of a hindering darkness Whereby revealed is the flicker of an occulted light Whence crows, en sackcloth, take whispery flight That is the moment The crown of woe is w/drawn The very moment u realise U are NOT 4saken; Ganga’s shimmering flow […]

At the Foot of Vishnu

If we are 2 believe the daily post      believe the nihilistic blue byrds And their destructive, Life-negating chirps Then we have chosen And, alas, chosen poorly     chosen 2 exalt our beastly natures And bring 2 heel our fairest Angels Lest we glimpse our blood-stained shackles Lest we count our bags of gold and yearn 4 […]

At-one-ment (4 20Eighteen)

En the year of the Heretic* En the year of Ganga’s Descent En the year of the Wolf-Skin At-one-ment beckons So, Keep still! Keep still And you are bound 2 feel (At the base of your spine Where Sri Ganesh lies content) Her sharp, pitch-black claws So, Keep Still! Keep still And you are bound […]

The Surrender’s Hymn

Om Kali, Kali! Om Kali, Kali! {Fingercymbals-Twice} Eye am here & Eye beseech thee Hoist your sword & sweep all that presently lies prostrate at your feet Come, Kali & take all that is yours Ev’ry memory & lucid dream Ev’ry broken promise & lustful, meandering stream Ev’ry dark face Ev’ry star-lit space Ev’ry curl […]

MONKEY

From the quill of Sun Wukong From the ink well of his glorious past A slip of arrogance, A whit of swagger, & A bit of bombast Ev’ry inch a poet, a prophet, & a priest! W/ each swing of my cudgel Mountains fall, valleys form, & rivers once deep Run dry [A Choir Of […]

Vishnu Dreaming

Asleep He lies on the hip the gods favor least                     the hip Whereby forms breakdown And trumpet vines decay {Fingercymbals-Twice} Asleep He lies on his most radiant hip                     his back turned toward darkness, the uncreated Whereby AllThings come 2 be {Fingercymbals-Twice} Asleep He lies on his most merciful hip And all the while stars […]