Bong Water Eucharist
By Fernand Roqueplan
There is always reason for the young to rebel against American complacency: up at 6:30 to punch an 8 a.m. time card, home at 5 to watch TV can hardly recommend itself as a romance with the universe...
John Ciardi
nothing but the eternal questions now
Dostoevski
All I've loved
I've ruined — revolting
yet seeking refuge, burning to pray —
honi soit quimal y pense (evil to him
goading evil) red white & blue I'm
privileged I'm told better than all
else I'm assured & it's so well pimped
packaged pushed I'll trepan my skull
for the Dream, whoosh out doubt &
shove America into my wet head-hole;
grass greener on
the otherside & the buds
fuckin amazing: Jesus in the woods patrolling,
bong water Eucharist, not just writing
on the wall but the floors & ceilings too —
look what we did to Iraq — we'll liberate you
too (Operation Loving Hand goes on forever)
& if you don't fuckin rejoice we'll kill you
In God We Trust
cum Southern Baptist Zen;
absorbing everything into the all-nothing
know-nothing raging drooly maw of democracy