stoned deity

PERIL MAGAZINE / 2018 / FIRST PUBLISHED AS ‘OTHERWORDLY HYMNS’ / EDITED BY MINDY GILL

in the house where I was born


Indra & Agni make S O M A 

by the flames of my parent’s hearts.



the  g i r m i t y a  is shrouded
in pale yellow flowers

                                    and when he clicks his fingers
      otherwordly hymns move in the clouds above us.



the woman with no eyes is a translucent widow
she floats above my hair like a stoned deity

the electric jellyfish                                              distrubutes

p   i   e c e     s                            of                  monastic blues


she
writes
    them
 neatly
on my
   lifeline
     with sugar
          from
       bones
   of spirits
       who laugh
    in a language
               I don’t understand.

this is what she wrote on my liver:

S O M A

S O M A

S O M A

look for it on a mountain
                    on a lake 
                       in a lily
                          it will be m   i    lllll  k yyyyyyyyyyyy

the  g i r m i t y a  coughs and grows another mouth
                                      & when he clicks his fingers
otherwordly hymns
                     move
              in the       fire
                                  below us.

the woman with no eyes sings to a mirror in the sky
a song about all the ways in which to live a double life

there are four hundred ways to live a double life
it is written on the love lines on both my hands.

A  L I O N 

A  L I O N

A  L I O N

A  L I O N with the head of a lotus sells S O M A in plastic bottles
                                                                                          on a street
                                                                     where one thousand
                                                                           magnolia flowers
                                                                                laugh
                                                                       in a language
                                                               I don’t
                                                                 
                                                      understand.

S O M A  could be ephredra
                               chicory
                               rhubarb
                               hashish

S O M A could be otherworldly hymns moving through time & space.


Indra & Agni wink from within the flames of my parent’s hearts

the burning of the milk is such a
                                             

                                             thrill.






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