The Last American Smile
by Michael Rothenberg || Author's Links
Shechinah, Mystery Squid on planet Venus
"Raise the Red Lanterns" once a day
Karma is temporary, God is permanent
Maybe you're married, maybe you're divorced
Maybe you raise chickens in a luxury apartment
on the west side of Manhattan while hanging from a trapeze
Shopping at Saks Fifth Avenue or buying grains in bulk
Finding your voice or losing it in the scream
for a stable reflection. Where were you tonight
when the sheets of brine unfolded white
over your black wavy hair, green eyes, sugared tongue?
Lying there looking past my skull through the ceiling?
Where were you? Thinking your way through enlightenment?
Beyond what wire fence or vast cosmic dictatorship?
Did you get there on the other side of things?
Or will you have to go back to the start, like any ordinary
Bodhisattva, with the same map and questions
about the true Nature of reflection?
His hands probing your liquefying divinity for grace.
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