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 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.