i advise my dark mistressthe temptations of zen inserted in life's everyday context exert the heart to stillness & a reduced lizardly blood pressure despite the traffic's promise of danger we leap dodging trucks & Toyotas with perfect detachment evident on smiles stolen from Leonardo portraits of Italian women thinking of immobility we can't get enough of that invisible presence lurking somewhere behind tinted windshields threatening to debunk our bodies behind all the moving asylums on wheels I advise my dark mistress not to worry but keep dancing through the lanes of rush-hour dysfunction, it's all ballet for mad people & pharmaceutical celebrants our serenity overcomes with flowers & plants swaying imperturbably around the racetrack I nod at Anna Karenina's sanguine remains pecked at by crows hunting roadkill we run naked across Charon's unfinished freeway dreaming we're dreaming these words in the eternal immaterial flesh transubstantial priests offer as free lunch to life's stalled motorists just like tom thumb's blues |