My Buddha Ran Away

My Buddha ran away
sick to the seed
with neglect and influenza
nauseated and hot
coughing up
sticky strands of bi-polar hysteria
Rubbing his engorged genitals
with green tea salve
and preparation H

My Buddha
caught a ten thirty flight
to the east side bridge
where two and half men
lodged their fists
directly in his scarlet Dharma
Barely heard
pathetic and pleading
spouting prophetic scripture
sketching empty circles
in a camel cloud,
My Buddha fell down

My Buddha was
nine times over
dredged in flour and cumin
quartered and choked
sincerely forgiving
& most awesome
I've had a wonderful time
We'll do this again
my Buddha said
while Chiswick bastards
threw gin soaked sweat breads
at his flaccid pink dick

My Buddha escaped
And met a Dolly mime
with massive heaving breasts
where he layed his mouth
for three nights and four days
drunk in a Gerber coma
enraptured and salivating
He painted her wrists
with henna and boysenberry
Her body a gessoed canvas
She enjoyed the sensation very much
Brother? is that you?

My Buddha
had to go
He ran to the south of France
where 162 palm readers
spread tarot
along the Cap D' Isle shore
The 2 of Wands was in reverse
At sunset
a Palestinian youth gang
charged the red sands
with saffron dipped stones
moaning for the mecca sun

My Buddha
fell asleep
he dreamed of avocado
he awoke with Clementine
rubbing his fleshy fingertips
with Hawaiian sugar
feeding him Iowa maize
& toweling his massive, wet belly
Nude and unprepared
she attacked
smothering the whole of him
until he released
a thunderstorm
of shiny, thick metal

My Buddha
wants to come home
now
realizing the absinthe of me
though sickly and mad
is far safer
far greater
and above all
most inevitable