paul bunyan would have loved this silver eternity …
the rubbing of the wings of bodhisattva flies
( flies are the supreme bodhisattvas)
in the purple twilight of pocahontas and cabeza de vaca
thumbing rides
on brooklyn bridges of li po enlightenment
over rainbows of rheingold beer bottles
as the spiders of nothingness
crawl through the beard of john greenleaf whittier
passed out on the sidewalk of heaven
and the bing bong
bix beiderbecke
ping pong canaries
of gertrude stein
answer the burger king prayers
of tao ch’ien
in the thirteenth enlightenment
or maybe the 14th arrondissement
where edith piaf
devours a smiling croissant
under the disapproving gaze
of madame butterfly
who missed the last train to istanbul
or heaven
(call back later)
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