A Hard Journey
in the empty house
of
ascending
shadows
where old junk fills space
the moon's dead light
floats through
darkened rooms
in that place
was a flame
next to the
postcard
greetings
from the
Bardo
wish
you
were
here
The Buddha Wisely Advised
wholesale cosmic
revolt
mara's
flower image
dream machine
everywhere
exploding,
sabotaged
the gleam dimmed
lens cracked
film
assailed
screen
rendered
torn
the god of
biomechanics
lovable as uncontrolled fire
built this house
the beams
broken
the dome
shattered
the whole
thing
burnt
the
fuck
down
Jonathan Hine's work has appeared most recently in Hobo Camp Review, In Between Hangovers and Synchronized Chaos. He has forthcoming poetry in Midnight Lane Boutique.
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