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Paul Skyrm |
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OM AH HUM VAJRA GURU PADMA SIDDHI HUM When my father's father died, I dreamt the Sun a beggar who wore no clothes & could hide his money from no-one so he was lynched each time alms were placed in his palm. When my father's father died, the devils came & broke into corner room, where he & grandmother prayed eye to eye heart to heart owl-beaked bursitis elbows sinking into Cumulus mattress now stolen by blindfolded mercenaries who prayed to a stone Christ dangling from rear-view Elam mirror. The devils dumped snapshots in the City Water Septic Tank! The devils burned his clothes in toilet incinerator! The devils rolled his white Toyota truck off Colorado skyscrapers, jigged, jitter-bugged, and heckled as it drowned under membrane & Lake Havasu belly! My father's mother during this, bent at her new hip moon dunked her torso, like windshield wiper, between worlds in St. Christopher's Bullhead City ghost church. Lace embroidered handkerchief basin cradles breaking flood muting eyeballs to ashen satellites, circling red-lights and apocalyptic railroad men hang blue-lights on grandpa's headstone. When my father's father died & the house was empty, Some devils plied oak floor boards from foundation with the blood stained hammer of Mara! Some devils drove dry-wall nails into Buddha's eyes & some devils backed their '77 Caprice Classic Twilight Blue over Grandpa's brickyard black frame, soot-spectacled reading glasses in the middle of downtown boulevard & some devils wrapped his little statues of Sakyamuni in grease-finger-print pages of Cleveland Plain Dealer Thistledown racing results mailed from son to father on loon's cry Aurora to Bullhead & one cross-eyed asura, well, he didn't close the bottom & glass Buddha slipped out, hurdled through samsara & shattered on Eternity - tiny shards scurried across the looted floor & giggled in darkness while my father's mother howled on her knees before Emptiness. Waxing The Blade Lanterns line pall-bearer astride Walnut Ridge Trail click-clack east & spin North, humpback speed - jettison impaling of settled mandible lava flowed down here in threads 10,000 years from Cold Volcano. The cars hustle bristle didgeridoo fiberglass steeds gallop chaotic streets scream into clean driveways & disappear behind electric wheeeeee-uuuuuuurrr. light is rapid in it's extinction, doors slam shut before silence. Letter-sweatered Cambridge dames burst out front door, Balsam Tall House & vomit golden medicine flood front yard dead grass cut under mid-afternoon Earth-turns. Does shadow fall from our body? Or leap from under foot? I turn to shadow & ask here starless bedazzled forlorn bone Is this how it will be when She comes for me? Southwest Strawberry Moon hangs ripe! Ah! The yellow-ed children of Finlandia rise & kiss open mouths! |