Bardo thodol

Western democracy’s methodology

Didn’t work, I mean

It all fell to ruin, when

Mum woke me to say

The bombs had dropped

Could have, s11, they did

On the TV’s, followed

By people doubling in

Spasms of hate, there on

The TV’s, but the real

Atom bomb, was when

The obsidian butterfly

Exploded in my heart

The whole world wide,

I went to war over love

Keeping up basic functions!

Warrior code, precept

Heart always to be followed

Kept, till death, here death-

March of soldiers

Midway between sun and

Moon, on a train wreck, train

Filled of death-mask-

Death-grins, petrified open

So wide, they looked like

Death-march spirits,

Gaping into my eyes

Spasms of hate-filled smiles,

Dead

Heart that sees

Shifting, glitter suspended

In fractal in air,

Shimmer

Thru a whole year of writing

To the butterfly

Ahead, yet knowing nothing

Surprised at nothing,

Bar myself, cruising and dare

Of her ahead

Shadow of noon, writing

Between sun and moon,

Swamped in hate, knowing nothing

Bar her compassion

Butterly form,

Cruising over me, like honey,

Sun and moon, soothing

Round the heart, looking at

Her simply, life breaking

Heart open in beauty-

Held suspension, flickering,

Life, too

Could be life, within,

Wherein is here, her compassion I feel, encased in love,

Within my rhythm,

Of light aloft

In my heart,

I follow till death

Into smiles

They are suddenly

Magically

A kingdom

Striking me

With cymbals

And smiles

Of total love

Brought into

Transformed

Being

Strange and beautiful

Strange bliss this world of graffiti,

Bliss in my heart

As I travel thru death

Slashing bayonet

Cruising the butterfly

Strange obsidian and Beauty, and her Holy to me,

Don’t fuck with her, I tell yer, I’ll be after yer,

On my own bliss-filled quest:

She flickers on,

Further-

Ahead,

The butterfly, obsidian, the beauty,

Real heroine of myth:

Her I follow,

A warrior’s quest