Wednesday, August 25, 2010

1057. IN NAME ONLY

IN NAME ONLY
The Holy Land was burned and torched,
since it never existed at all. The stars of
any Mecca's mosque were found to be but
glimmering 40-watt yellow bulbs. That fine
fat fellow getting sick inside the synagogue,
he turned out to be right after all. It's like that
everywhere. Catholic puzzles with the hair of
a rat woven in, Presbyterian elders cavorting with
black Baptist whores. 'I ain't been anywhere, but I
want some more.' The man with the calliope toupee
said that, while I watched him decay in the back.
Jesus' newest cross is made out of playdough and
plastic. Lighter, and made more for travel. Fantastic.
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Ribbons of starving bombastic monks, Tibetans and
Hellacions too, are bent over the water-hole feeding
a yak. Someone said the prayer-wheel was in its ass.
They figure, even with digging, they'll never get it back,
but attachment to all Earthly things must pass.
Hare Krishna to that.

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