i impart resonance on the amber zen
in a manifestation of waterford
and drink down the vacuity to expedite
enlightenment:
a numb tongue and thawing cheek and the ringing reaching towards a double-distilled
buddha so pure.
apparitions of
a choir singing:
i make a mallet of my thumb and generate song
and it is currency i use
on both imported moksha and whiskey
each carrying calligraphy
both conducting a hangover.
tomorrow i am reborn with a dry mouth and a headache
and my nirvana is in the nowness of advil
and the coming of the same song tonight.
image: Dorothy Chan
