enchilada

Trinities
years gone by
hopeless pokings and skidaddlings
fizzles and canoe paddlings
in a sea of motion and nausea

you speak of nothing
and nothing glees
a little shadow over your heart

buddha and kharma
dharma and divinity infinity
the enlightened ones released
it's an orgasmic god that rages inside the mind
of the free
who are lost without their humanity

a mirror glimpsed shattered aching heads
and we putter around in our fraggle rock houses
waiting for the madonna to show us the way
eating so many sugar canes
the structure bound to collapse
and crush our childish faith

sometimes when I listen to Jack when he regales
his indulgent and wise suffering
and i think that if it is all for nothing
and all life is suffering
I still want my whirlwind adventure
where I blindly turn corners
and Chinese finger traps trick me into thinking
that this enchilada was created for me
that I am important in this alphabet soup can
My ikon, the letter S, Stands for Something

Aleph Bet
the word
hebrew letters to mean a womb, mother and father
I insist
God is me
especially when I embody the male
deep inside where the hollow resides
and a spark becomes a purple red softness
thicke and reserved