218th Chorus

Sight the saver having from the coast
     put further items down – what? you
     wish to talk to me, hear me scratch
     at the mean little door, hiding in my bonnet –
     O come off it, the vast canopial
     Assemblies wait for yr honest spontaneous reply.
            What shall it be?
            I promise to reject pain when next
            My turn comes back again
            I promise not to steal, nor go to hell
            For stealing
            I promise to say Na
            When Tathagata’s Angels
            Ride for me. Na –
            I wanta go to Inside-Me,
            Is there such a place? No is.
      Flap the wack I smack the hydrant
of desire, sip sop the twill –
             (hiding all them guys – ‘twere
             as I told you, old dreams
                of young brides’ll do you no more good)
Wake up Scribe! Pharisee!
    The  a x x a b a t a
    f l O R I A N I O L A
    S P R I N G  T I M E
        OW  OH  ALL
           OFFICIAL  SEMINARY