his hot breath
conjured cosmic lizards
that picked my brain
as Ice cream men that rode the moon
like trucks dinging the jingle
blind circus monkeys corked Bhuda
With donkey tails
rubbed his ass
flossed his anus
as my karmic enigma
came into question
was I a hemorrhoid in Bhuda’s
ass or a cheesy wipe
running around in cycles
that could not attain enlightenment
like if I licked his ass
would the cosmic machinery
cease to flux
thwart my essence
stylishly face to face
spinning blissfully
ending erosions scars
impeccably around catastrophic
pathways of jungle radio music
crumbling labyrinths
where my mind
hysterectomies fail
inside uhaul monasteries
repenting repeating revolving
legless Hiroshima bombs
blackened by bad directions

will he wake
with one palm pressed
to replace lobotomy
with eggshells
I can craft together
forward on planar winds
for fueled rockets
destined to plunge
a clog in my pearly toilet
of dreams to be
simple decoration
on a wall of prayers
tantric nameless desires
spiraling lust less virgin forests
I can explore fresh air
breathing stellar voids
soothing paradise into
blue oceans brightly
red hot delightful waves
flipping under toe until
toads leap up with joy
splitting stars into billions
of angelic blossoms
that heal wretchedness

maybe if I rub his belly my luck will change.