185th Chorus

Farewell, pistil –
       “as old as space”
       “without the faintest tendency
       towards rebirth”

No-self, no-self, no-self,
Dass iss the order of the day,
Virya, Zeal, Wednesday,
When I can turn this old
       patayo Matago dun’s
       nest of hornet toad
       shoot bewallopers
       worrying in Finnegan’s
       Whorehouse about nothing,
       into a Pagoda of Bright
          Jesus Lace Snow
          Japana dreams,
          with showers of aura
          arras flower rose
          bepetalling pet by pet
          from the holy dispenser
          of dogs –
                Farewell, puppy


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