Saturday, July 16, 2011

Warped

Rewinding loops
of thought
over and over
each picture seen
kept
log
nothing
of any consequence
till
patterns resolved.
Patterns are infinite.
No resolution.

Spending a long time working on
nothing
a lot of energy involved
in figuring out
everything
which is nothing.

Like a hand on my forehead
a heavy thing
the buddha was very ill
and he walked
a long way
up mountains through woods
to realize why.
An action
had caused a festering wound
the festering wound began to speak to him
it was angry thing
full of malice
spitting words of malcontent.

Just a moment for the joint
lit up like a french cabaret
made me feelll so much love
a great happiness
what a joint.
Such love.

Ok anyway the budha attempted to make
peace
with the wound
amends
brother how have I failed you?
Whatever wrong
I will right it.
Traveling on
to see the master in the mountain
for he could not fight this demon alone
Treasures promised would not appease
the foul smelling tendrils of a black tongue

"The black the blue
pus filled eyes
red streaked
no.
Stop.
no.
stop.
Stasis
disease.
Control consume
Spit and bile."

Arms began to emerge from the wound
like a tadpole
cocoon
evolve
by the time he reached the sensei's door
the torso was complete
flailing flapping like a great crow

Upon hearing the rucous of the
twins acsending the sharp rocks
One screaming in pain
the other in triumph
he grabbed a bucket of water
four quick steps
he laid the man
on the ground
grabbing the festering twin
he dunked his head in water
and pulled the rest of the body through.
The wound fought hard
to exist
to live
breathe
walk
consume
but the hold of the water
was too much
for the spirit to traverse
leaving the demon to his struggle
he closed the hole of the man
laying three fingers on his heart
the man
fell into a deep sleep
he ran to get his axe
there is a time to live
a time to die
Decapitation.

with the severing of the neck
blood and cartilage
the demon
became the water
I think a cup of tea
blessed
by the south
the north
or maybe the east
is in order.

note: this is based on a real buddha story but I can't remember the name of it or who wrote it. Oh and I put my own spin on it.

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