samadhi kráp
humanity
may never have had it
from the beginning,
dust on the mirror
never got swabbed,
gnostics
never climbed out
of their ouroboros,
and the tail
just wagged
old Cerberus around the block.
but the broken tree
outside of the window
is still safe,
monkey
is still up to mischief
in the Western lands,
the guru
with a beard like Kropotkin
can levitate back and forth
over the Hooghly,
top knot against the blue sky
like a bobber on a fishing line.
and if I can just remember where I parked the scooter,
I can unravel all the Jungian knots
and ride up the mirrored dragons to
Doi Suthep where the marble teachers
have been gold foiled into featureless amulets
and the gong
of the noonday bell
will finally melt my consciousness
once and for all.
good riddance.
damn scooter, stolen again!
the tuk-tuk is gonna cost a fortune
and the driver is so happy
beaming at me in the
rear-view mirror,
she’s the most enthusiastic
supporter I ever had
in this wise blood remake
for a reincarnated mulligan.
she is nodding and smiling
like a million dollars.
I think I saw her perfect teeth
in an Antonioni movie
shining in the mirror of a tiny Aston Martin,
but no Italian actress ever sang to me
in pure happiness:
samadhi kráp.
(c) 2021 Merrick Lex Berman (previously posted at AllPoetry)
here’s an audio prompt that converted the last section to a hip hop riff: