THE COLLAPSE OF ZEN
When I can wedge my face
into the place
and struggle with my breathing
as she brings her eager fingers down to separate herself,
to help me use my whole mouth
against her hungriness,
her most private of hungers--
why should I want to be enlightened?
Is there something that I missed?
Have I forgotten yesterday's mosquito
or tomorrow's hungry ghost?
When I can roam this hill with a knife in my back
caused by too much drinking of Chateau Latour
and spill my heart into the valley of the lights of Caguas
into the place
and struggle with my breathing
as she brings her eager fingers down to separate herself,
to help me use my whole mouth
against her hungriness,
her most private of hungers--
why should I want to be enlightened?
Is there something that I missed?
Have I forgotten yesterday's mosquito
or tomorrow's hungry ghost?
When I can roam this hill with a knife in my back
caused by too much drinking of Chateau Latour
and spill my heart into the valley of the lights of Caguas
