Buddham saranam gachchami.

Dharmmam saranam gachchami.

Sangham saranam,      remember – saranam    saranam

the Lord,     the Creator,

 

Bom Shiva,         Shiva Bom,         Om

saranam his creations:       the deep space,            the universe,

the void,         the fruits

 

produced,        diverse,          and disperse.

The dark           & quiescent pubs,

located on Greenwich Street,       the dormant                                                         

 

locations        on Santa Monica Boulevard,  

where the beautiful girls wallow

in their glorious excesses        in their gorgeous attire,

elegant boys           draped in garland,

saranam         the dreary wall facade          where

 

glittering frock-clad boys       in eyeliner        dance

in their breakout shoes.       Saranam       the tarted-ups,      dandies

and the self-conscious,     wall flowers.      singing      the spiky songs,

 

cloying mix      of Rimbaud-esque themes,       the industrial synth

and sweat, the gothic rock, ethereal, dream pop,

darkwave, and dark synthpop.    the neo-classical,

 

goth industrial and heavy metal.

The cool, damp, dark rooms          situated at Brookline Street.

The vampirish hour of 2 AM,    moping and celebration

 

of the darkness     and their absinthe remains;       sadly unavailable.

Saranam the bottle of iced cold Sam Adams and angst-filled    dissection

of the Lovecraft.           Saranam lovemaking,

 

singular or plural.         Saranam         lovemaking, illimitable,        ecstatic,

lovemaking        animated, and vile.           Lovemaking

thru your tongue,      lip,         skin,         and nails,         forgotten.

 

Lovemaking         of pot bellies          pressed

against pot bellies.     Lovemaking       in the open air,        

under the sun.     Lovemaking       on bare sand,       

under the stars.      Saranam the rising,         the ebbing,       

mounting       beside the ocean.

 

Saranam       wolfberries,         raspberries,          blackberries,

        wildberries,        mulberries,          blueberries,

and any berry

 

that looks like a human genital.

Saranam the opportunity open

to the oppressed college kids      by break-dancing

& drinking Pete’s Wicked Ale,

 

the convenient privacy booths       allowing

patrons more freedom         for expressing

their enduring pain.