[Them giggles grind the teeth from
the wire-shut mouth]
Jacquelyn breaths fire like the dragon
on the chinese urn on display
at the permanent boutique on
the central west end. Every dragon
has a slayer; incubus awaits within
the wall of the old hotel for
her will to reach the land of Nod.
Tense, twitchy, ready to suffocate.
The arsenic cloud emerges
as a head board and drowns
the good looks swimming
in the Kimono. She can’t say
no and still she tries, only
humming, desperately,
moaning stop, mildly
jerking in the slumber.
Morning comes and Jacquelyn
hurts. With every breath she exhales
smoke.
Hurry nowhere fast or sit still
and wait hard. Nothing a boozy
binge cannot explain; we watch
the neon strings that hold the
dollar bills of nudity, hopelessness,
drink woman, tonight he visits
again, smokes! Levitate.
Karmani ave adhikars te
ma phalesu kadachana
ma karmaphal hetur bhoo
ma sangostu akramani.
Slay the ignorant doubt
of the reasoning of a mind
bewildered. Prevent inaction
from splitting the rib cage
and choking imagination.
Tranquility is the antidote
to this gruesome hemp insanity.
