Crown of thorns.
Plays hopscotch on the map
To my peekaboo.
Masochist me
Chained to my immunity
Says it's okay.
Feels good, somehow.
Scourge me more.
It's okay.
See.
Blue skies up there.
Down here I see forever.
Look! paradise flycatcher!
Peacock on my bonnet.
Lion caressing asphalt.
Nice game He's playing, uh?
Sacred mischief.
Game or lesson?
We're learning.
Now The lotus speaks.
Shawl-wrapped utterance
Soft as the voice of an angel.
Lend me your weeks.
And then.
Some more of that please.
May Three Twenty Twenty.
Commanding mendicant begs.
Some more weeks.
And yet some more.
Masochist me.
More's okay.
See.
My man's on his knees.
Not on his qwerty.
Swabbing. Not jobbing.
Yippee!
Is Forever here now?
No milk today.
Spending's ending.
Ending spending.
Credit card sleeps.
The jingle jangles.
The fiscal smile curves
Down. Down. Down.
Laugh Out Loud.
LOL. Ello Ell.
Hello Hell?
Have some fun.
It's okay.
Now. Now. Now.
Fashion me those blinkers
So I will not see.
Will not hear.
Them who eat the daily sweat
Of brick over brick.
Gloves of grime.
The back breaking load.
That screaming hollow.
Hunger walks. Home.
Enter Bleeding hearts.
Fifty thousand at last count.
Conscience balm.
Caritas. Agape.
Manna from heaven.
Thank you. And you. And you.
Feeling better now?
It's okay.
The Lotus speaks once more.
Soft as the voice of an angel.
Breathing a lesson unheard:
The Crown knows no religion.
No religion the Lotus said.
Unheard before. Hurrah.
No Kalki on white steed.
No Abramic ash from Gomorrah.
Forget the Garden.
Shaheen not Jallianwala.
Welcome amnesia.
Of all that went before.
CAA CAA Cacophony.
To inflamed ears.
The Crown sees no line.
Alleluia. Jai Hind.
A fair scourge.
Hate wiped clean by death.
Then hit me more.
It feels good.
Death with its gentle persuasion
Whispers a comforting word.
