23rd Litany of Bugs Chakra
when you know the reasons, call me
And when you find out why,
drop me a line
In the beginning
Was the rock
the rock cracked
And the crack was good
And the good got
And the high was bad
And the bad looked ugly
ugly was the Father
Which art not in Heaven
you know the reasons, call me
And when you find out why, drop
me a line.
rocks emulating the moon.
Anthropomorphic cirrus warriors
in the salty breath of Neptune’s toothless
His gums are covered in a cooling layer of
hear his tummy roaring from the depths.
Why is he hungry, I
Could it be for my soul?
A young man walks
by carrying a book.
“What’s that book?”
“But you’re on
Why do you have to read about it?”
better. Double whammy.”
He walks out onto
Out of the corner of my eye I notice that the
waves have petrified.
The young man carries The Beach away
from the beach and over the horizon.
A helicopter buzzes above
me and down past my line of vision.
There is the sound of an
Brittle pieces of crystal rock and sea strafe my
whittling these cheeks away to the bone.
surfaces of the shattered beach, rocks, and sea
is the trace
of an earlier, erased surface;
itself the representation of a
about beaches, sea, sky, and rocks.
I close my eyes but there is no eyelid.
I am both the film upon which this image is impressed
the image itself,
onto the patina
The illusion of interior exterior is
It is clear now that the moon was always
emulating these rocks
emulating the crystal beach