City-scape

Projected past crooked hingeway internext street signs

crosswise

sidewalked stadium on a gameless night, the shopfronts

shapeshifting into used car dealership and bookshop bakery and butcher become one

always a hypermarket

crooked alley interluded playtime at in and outs

the blanked out cross-zoning eyes of meth zombies,

or the nodded-off opidemoids

for those who knew how to draw the PRANA or the lifeforce to the tip of the nose or the end of the

tail might be protected

Rich in Heat

Devoted

with One-Pointed-Concentration and unwavering awareness

stargazed

and navel-dived

to be whale-watching at last, a dream from the Beginning

who sat poised

sloppily absorbing the powers of animals

By means of which, it goes on all fours

Skinwalking: the Dog-Duty Ascetic (dog spelt backwards is...)

Secret Sojourn of the Sun Disk

A City Full of them—

Reverse Talkers

Backwards Walkers

Shifting Shapes

A Wicked Shaman

heart of a sibling, head of a grandmother

creed of assassin Sabbath

a reversal of his tribe’s collective values etched a sketch of the SHADOW cast

from Something otherwise rich in Bright Thoughts

the skyscrapers blaze

in array of thousand flares

a phallic Babylonian ascent

much maligned as man

much backbitten as woman

weaned as child

poor beasts of burden

\hungrily piling

flesh upon flesh

proletariat

Anthill from

the Top

from there he could see there was always a Center Street

[holy cow]

umbilical cord of stacked pueblos

belly to belly, voice to voice, forming chords

chained in heat and devotion

Rich in Food

Wealth measured digitally in head of cattle, hoof of bison, the auroch’s heart

in Lord Bhaga’s huge hypermarket halls

wealth

was redistributed

Nirvana was the final phase of the lizard brain, held in utero

stardom memoirs in Egyptian style

locked in Hollywood’s immortalized motion

reelly

fleshpump of many rivers

flushpup

peeing self-aware, as the Sutras counsel

from memory to singing to meditation was a proxy loop

sidestepping the supreme or penultimate step

skies that could have been starry were phased out

but on the other hand jammed with angelic masonry

pressed close to the tops of the towers

thirsty for air

breathless for water

lusting after food

hungry for sexual reinforcements

[PRIMARY]

the navel is the origin of all rivers

this wheel upholds the entire network

Like a father to his son

Friend to a friend

A brother to a brother

Bride to her bridegroom

As lover to lover

Or teacher to pupil

Be There!

Under the Soma-Moon

May we soak in the

Ale-Vat, O Lord of the Flies!