Burlesque of Logos

As I toast my bowl to a harvest moon
               wine changes to blood
Shikoing
               to Oriental pagan gods
Invocation of Guan Yin
               by accident
                              in Chapel Perilous
               detained folk dancers in Sufic rings
                              glittering like white jade
Around the deserts of technocracy,
Holographic prisms of inverse ideals
               our kindred mistake for Absolute Reality.
What babble of eternal recurrences
               from Geronimo to Babylon
Seven hours baked under the Tucson sun
               toothless angel Chavez
                              grizzled from too much fighting appears
My boozy spirit guide ferrying one over
               the pristine horrors of Persephone’s kitchen
                              aglow in L’American glitz.
Changing an oversized ၁၀၀၀ kyats note
               at play something magical happens
Ordinarily near a green mosque,
               Zegyo Market
                              where Kore in masque of rickshaw gimmick
Would engage in games of cosmic hide & go seek
               speaks of history as if still unfolding at present
Tracing cyphers in milk tea
               on an emptied mind.

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