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 Tucson sun
The 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.
Change an oversized ၁၀၀၀ kyats note
At play something magical happens
Ordinarily near green mosque of Zegyo Market
where Kore in masque of rickshaw gimmick
Engaged in games of cosmic hide and go seek
speaks of history as if still unfolding at present
Tracing cyphers with milk tea on an emptied mind.