the rope I climb I have
taken from the spinal cord of a stoned homeless man slowly merging
with the flow of acid rain heading for the ocean via the sewers at
times it's a snake or a ladder for dwarfs and ambitious ants at times
it's a newsstand selling old papers “we can only examine processes
which are already in the past” the black rider says gulping down
the homeless man's dissolving tattoos
flat-out broke
I sell my reflection
for dust
I will never die I will
die continuously that's the deal of being and being again at some
point I will have collected enough coupons to get the holes for the
flute I carved from my right femur I give a pizza a sky funeral
pigeons and gulls descend from the cake in the sky while I hum Psalm
23 “I shall not want” but I do I do want and it keeps me going
Om Bhur Bhuvah Svah …
somewhere there's a koi
with my name on it
In Japanese, koi
is a homophone for another word that means "affection" or
"love"
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