A Great Nobody

Somebody ran him over silently
with a morphine rainbow

they were lucky
to find his body folded up
in a pot of slippery gold

his wife sewed together probabilities
outside of a quantum fissure
deep within a plate of fried chicken

what a ruckus the monks made
when his ghost visited their zendo
riding a three-legged giraffe!

they split up his soul
with karmic carbonation
and watched it fizzle toward the
sun’s lips, where his wife forgot
her needles and sucked him dry
with a tin straw

that cacophony is the sound
of monks celebrating silently
during the reincarnation of a great nobody


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