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Date Posted: 12:18:36 07/07/02 Sun
Author: sp99
Author Host/IP: pool-63.53.141.45.nwrk.grid.net / 63.53.141.45
Subject: Re: Uprooting Buddha
In reply to: paul 's message, "Uprooting Buddha" on 17:35:22 07/06/02 Sat

WoW...don't know who "instant fan" is but I
join him or her in saying yes, I too am one!!!
A great, great read and one I must ask if it is
all right to have a full-credited copy so I may
do so again and again? BRAVO Paul, for saying so
many things so incrediably well!!! Thanks!!! SuSanne
Oh yes, a true masterpiece in my mind!!!

>Uprooting Buddha

>My mind running across road maps
>like cars stretching rubber
>tacking miles onto odometer
>just shy of restful shut eye
>playing like bored summertime children
>on roadsides beneath beware traffic signs.
>I find treasures beneath road weary travels
>in my mind.

>In some smoggy metropolis
>Chinatown smelling of fish and mysticism
>I ate a vegan Chinese
>woman who spouted half pence
>fortunes scrolled on orgasm dinner napkins
>bordering somewhere between
>asinine and divine.
>'do good. even to a stranger.'
>travel road weary back to
>some nickel and dime hourly motel
>room, I ate her half-Nubian half-sister.
>half dreaded and jet black aura
>buried sometimes in thought
>and half out of gourds
>a few cards short of a full deck
>decked me across the mind and
>flew like phoenixes out the window
>wallet and pride clenched
>tight between hands
>and teeth clenching just small
>amount of mine.
>hitting road weariness rainy patches
>and puddles
>foot following one another.

>Somewhere in Rocky Mountain
>wildernesses I sat under pines like
>Siddhartha under Boddhi trees
>on Buddhist mountaintops in lotuses
>between meditation,
>I sat
>under black skies like blankets
>over head with stars like
>nightlights shining between threads
>Lost somewhere in thought
>I saw city lights underneath
>ants glowing in effervescence and
>children swarm to answer dinner bells
>I sit on my mountaintop underneath you
>ride clouds like motorcars
>fueled on breezes and words
>fueled on ideas
>just an answer to pull from
>nowhere like rabbits from
>top hats under big top
>imagination, I saw answers live
>and die like shooting stars
>in my mind's eye.
>Sitting in yoga positions like
>deprivation chambers feeling
>something heavy and nothing
>and came down like Moses
>televisions like golden calves,
>I saw women martyred like
>Jesus to feed unkept children
>between well kept churches at Mass.
>and scrub themselves clean of
>original sin just to carry new ones.
>I saw women hire themselves out
>like workers to break strikes to
>break themselves like waves breaking
>on cliffs that dogs of armies march off of
>two by two keeping cadence
>in swarms like lemmings
>Rifles always at the ready on
>shoulders in unison
>in perfect step across ocean floors
>to wash up upon other shores where
>there are stories I can't tell
>And televisions glow like golden calves

>Lost underneath flickering neon
>casino billboards
>an abandoned Reno nightlife
>amongst dilapidated boulevard
>game rooms
>I found a likeness of Jesus
>pissed into a urinal cake
>while urinating beers into a
>porcelain trough
>like dogs on red fire extinguishers
>and white picket fences.
>A shrine found under the
>hand dryer tended
>by wise men bearded
>in drunken laziness and shrouded
>in yellowing white.
>candles burned half down tallow
>spitting Proverbs and Revelations
>between each other and
>one dollar malt liquor bargains.
>speed freaked truckers
>dropping quarters ringing into
>tin cups placed at worn shoe feet
>with saggy tit waitresses blue mascara
>and heavy eyeliner, red lipstick
>hanging on arms and eluding words.
>exhaust pipe smog and
>catch a run down
>greyhound to another place
>to hide.

>I got caught under thumb
>in unaging immortal Midwest
>farm towns with rusted Model T's
>on display like barber shop poles
>and quartets like gospel Sundays
>on Monday barstools in backwards
>diners, using pomade like KY
>working under rough and tumble
>kindliness under cracking wheat
>and under cracking whips
>sweating brows and farming tans
>like cattle and corn fields
>stretching past my mind's eye
>I got caught in half interested
>romps on haystacks.
>I got lost like needles somewhere
>between cornbread overalls
>and her talk of big cities
>fairy tale bedtime rhymes whispered
>in blonde ears in her
>small town field dreams
>of something bigger.
>I got caught stuck against a wall
>in barnyard square dances
>and everyone known by name
>like Grover's Corner playwrights.
>I got buried between mice that hung tails
>from cats mouths and men in broken
>knuckles and dive bar politics
>straw hanging from a speechless
>mouth and dusty eyes
>hooking a thumb in prairies
>turned to fields, stuck in rusted
>trucks I find myself between nowheres

>I buried dusty knee deep
>into wartime aftermath Manhattan
>side by side by side with
>sleepless firefighters crying
>insomnia emotional like
>devoted writers sleepless
>without inspiration
>filtered through glass strewn
>like tornado wrecked
>Midwest mirror fun houses
>sifting just for one more
>warm pulse,
>tears after one cold hand
>after another after another
>after tangled mess of hair atop
>an unanswering head
>pervasive patriotism launched
>like missiles on victims
>fighting back
>their thoughts of invulnerability
>buried somewhere at the bottom
>their thoughts of infallibility
>still holding strong like
>their patriotism like crusading
>christian values.
>Inquiring about my views,
>moral rightness like
>Inquisition priesthood
>I feel courtrooms and wiretaps
>lurking like taxes to fuel
>bloodthirsty endurance for freedom
>while my moves suffocate
>like loosing chess matches.
>I take everything but a flight
>away from maddening flocks
>curdling screams against aggressors
>borne form victims.

>I found myself seeing peyote
>hallucinations and heat dancers in
>oppressive desert temperatures
>I sat in pueblos between
>old reservation Indians smelling of
>pipe smoke and pipe dreams
>and week old liquor thrown in gasps
>garbage thrown out like hopes
>The oldest man eyeing my scalp
>overwhelming ancestral glories
>I passed it with close cropped hair
>like peace pipes for peace offerings
>and we sat in smoky heat
>watching heat devils dance
>teasing us with the liquor flowing
>I saw breasts rise out of barren
>lands and society revert to
>the Depression and I sat
>atop railway cars travelling between
>states like countries around
>campfire homelessness
>telling tall tales, I sat in
>on treasonous revolutions
>and sat down during the
>National Anthem.
>then heat waves faded away
>and dancers got dressed and left
>with the curtain dropping with
>nightfall, I saw the moon draw out
>of horizons and howl with coyotes,
>howling with Ginsberg I pulled
>paper to etch like cave paintings
>in some rustic afterglow and
>transformed myself
>into Geronimo likenesses
>and buried myself between
>cactus and sandstone.

>Dropped like bad habits
>inhaling thrice daily
>spent condoms on loitered
>public installments.
>I find myself on slight
>neurosis, dwindling
>psychosis and pin pricks
>small muffled resemblance
>IV line persuasion
>like ivy league diplomas
>found in lunacy front living rooms
>where scribbles of penmanship
>drop incessantly.
>I Find Myself
>I find myself under
>Golden Gates and Bridges
>face forward
>face gauntly distortion in
>nicotine stain mirrors
>with tan, tight muscled
>Latin lovers from bar fly night
>flying hold tight under liquored
>passivity at my back�
>door exit shining red evacuation signs
>bottles strewn city blocks
>warm piss scents floating ocean breezes
>Lost on Haite Ashbury, my tongue
>played mouth in mouth
>of weed scented Lesbian tucked
>into inconspicuous nightlife diatribe
>of coffee and euphoria.
>In gazing sadism like
>Amazon one-breasted archers
>lips sealing like enemies at peace
>just once
>her breathing slight weezing
>strong taste of pussy from on her mind
>and words floating with vagina
>dialogues, and returning with shadows
>eyes cast like stones into skipping beats
>on calm waters, she turns me
>reeling from depths
>a fish out of water
>out of line and one last word
>to run from.
>I swoop in and out of
>seaside hamlets like seagulls
>and I lose myself.

>Drunken teabagged eyes
>into a banjo twang Bible belt
>deep South in overalls
>and straw-chewing blue grass
>roots like mangrove foothill
>ramshackle abodes.
>Sitting in far back pews
>in Southern Baptist church
>sermons speaking in tongues
>in evangelical scandals
>cruised through Atlanta streets
>in German import luxuries
>fueled by donations of
>desperate miracles wishers
>hoping for just one savior
>between him and his sister.
>I found a half drunk
>Southern Belle hidden behind
>barstools in darkness
>opening vernacular to woo her
>she speaks of
>Nietzsche and Descartes,
>a little mumbling of
>Socrates and we bid farewell
>to the world outside of her dorm
>as she opens her mouth to utter
>muffled screams between
>founded philosophy
>like opening her legs
>to bear fruit to free drinks
>opening her legs to a
>Georgia Peach and her hair like
>fire flaming like a passion
>that kept her mind half empty
>my head hits the pillow to
>sleep and she holds to the
>Marquis de Sade as my back opens
>like tied to a whipping post
>beneath tooth and nail. My head
>tries to hit the pillow to sleep
>and she pushes me half dressed
>onto postmidnight streets
>to find my own place to rest in
>some other city, town and field.

>Bound tightly with lack of freedom
>in some suburban purgatory
>anywhere in a "to scale" map of America
>tract homes stretching like veins
>to feed half starved half dead
>citizenry.
>Youth holding for just one excited
>night where death holds more
>rewards than parents bedroom
>rigidity.
>Young women lining abortion
>clinic waiting rooms like
>young men lining the walls of
>recruiting offices
>Children's voices losing their timbre
>like Brazil lost it's forests
>and people strut brazenly in
>bovine screams on their
>backs, apathetic jargon
>on their minds
>I saw pseudo city streets fill with
>window shopping numb throngs
>in and out of shadows of
>street lamps
>and saw back alleys fill
>drowsy homelessness with
>an absence of light like hope
>that officially was not deducted
>from paychecks like social security
>that pays for bombs like
>taxes that elderly hold with
>arthritic hands.
>In ailing health I find
>dull lightness in obscure basements
>and find words in rhyme and reason
>flown off tongues like
>birds off nesting perches
>on first flights in madness
>and strife, I held to images
>of brown mane of waving hair
>that held to my dreams in
>wakefulness. I found
>my home dull and worn thin,
>but I found beauty like clouds
>to shade me in gray and blueness
>eyes .
>in ear to ear smiles, I walk
>on water like winds that
>carry words like
>bedtime stories
>I held tanned warm bodies
>to me like she was
>mirrored images, holding
>to poetic perfections like
>vocabulary lassos that reeled
>me in.
>I got caught by Hollywood spotlights
>like Broadway limelights
>I got blown away by Chicago winds
>only to be swept up by
>San Francisco novelists, again
>She reeled me in.

>Settled into some drunken euphoria
>I saw her at sleep's end
>pulling me back from earshot
>to where she glowed like pearl gates
>I saw heaven in Riverside
>somewhere between earthly reality
>and blisters like Death Valley
>in some beaten inferno
>Touches like softness on
>clouds she kissed like
>breezes in afternoon slumber
>growing dreams like fruit from words
>dancing in some bliss caught
>near the land's end
>I found myself
>I found myself on cool ocean breezes
>at post midnight Thursday
>netting for past memories
>like small children for
>butterflies
>barefoot and half clad
>water drifting up inch by inch
>icy biting chewing bit by bit
>I lost memories drowned
>waves lapping higher and higher
>like ocean depths swirling currents
>muscles aching like words
>and actions past regret
>weary thoughts worn thin
>left in some past
>thought I drink in salty water
>like fish to feed from me
>shores only dots that scream
>muffled calls back home
>is where the heart is
>beating last cries and
>lost and found myself in
>moments under water at ocean depths
>this is suicide post-riverside.
>I caught clouds and waves
>caught like answers.

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