Friday, February 11, 2011

Holy Penises.

There was a festival in town
and coming back from dinner
I ran into a big old penis in the road:


I could hear the man inside the costume
talking on a cellphone, and trying to
explain to the cactus delivery person
where the dude ranch was.

It was then that I had that same old
celestial vision of paradise, the
big old cactus city, and hundreds
of cheepy little birds, "cactus wrens,"
I suppose, and they come flowing out of
the green leathery little holes~

red dots
on the tops of their heads
like young saddhus

I think of the tiny brains
how like clouds they are
how each brain
is powered by a single


the teardrop
of a cactus angel