onsdag 18 januari 2012

The Two Hour Assassination Of God


At 4am she entered the brain of God
And stumbled blindly through its convoluted swamps


Until reaching a clearing
In which was reflected the image of everything that had ever happened
To anyone, anywhere
In time
And in space


We all got it right so long ago
In that there’s no final answer
Or prior scheme of things
But only a wild and unknown frenzy in which not even the anarchist treads water


At 5am she piled her clothes
Into a heap and made a fire upon God’s grey mass
Which lit up the universe with a fierce bonfire


And rained ashes
Over planet
And over star


Few of us had figured that Buddah got in the way of Buddhism
That Gods were better never thought up


That every king, leader, guru, chief
Was just another stone prison slab


At 6am she clearly and directly saw a myriad living things manifest
In joy and liberation upon the surface
Of a world that didn’t really change

Except some skins and scales just dropped away.

9 kommentarer:

  1. Econoline + nice cragar !!!! So tasty !

    SvaraRadera
  2. you look like a true Beatnik Nicke, very cool.

    SvaraRadera
  3. you are fuckin insane....keep up the good work.

    SvaraRadera
  4. that van might very well have been the one me & my pal Gonzo toured NYC in every day during our teens, prowling for chicks

    SvaraRadera