ONE POEM – Ross Liskov

Posted: March 15, 2012 in Fiction, Poetry
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stoned buddhas
by Ross Liskov

my third eye wanders over
pink sunsets
and emo girls sucking on
lollipops

and maybe Washington
crossed the Delaware
for this

or maybe they killed the Indians
so Marilyn Monroe
could lift up her skirt
and become
Kali
of the dangling breasts
over by the old Ganges
where the body is the vehicle
and Albert Hoffman
is the rider

where brown-skinned girls
with crazy eyes
and radiant smiles
dance round stoned buddhas
in the pure land
of lust

I’ll take that
or any other paradise
I can find…

in the land of the blind
my third eye
is
King.

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