CANTO 46 Just when did

 

Just when did the anthropomorphising

empiricizing sexist shrinkage of the European mind

shoot to hell the fusion between the reality of higher beings

and the reality of "natural processes"?

Not that this mind didn’t balloon, career, and carom

in that god-man pope-church humanist-scientist factory-hi-tech

exponential rush to nuclear superiority

and the fossil-fueled American Dream

reified now on a global scale with

widespread species extinction!

And then the masks and masculine musk,

gender divisions most pilots dentists generals

and universals are male.

Does womb-envy stir? Does a being stir?

Outside my woods

a motorcycle winds through enraged gears.

I make it a MECHANICAL HORNET MANTRA—

after all, everything that lives is holy—

Another throttle blips me gently.

Air rushes into my gleaming chrome skull,

through my nostril filter,

flows into the carburetor of cause and effect,

pours down the mirror-finish intakes of my lungs

into the cylinders of my concentration.

where pistons of being begin the booming mantra,

flashes of insight ignite the fuel of dharma,

EXPANDING GASES OF CONSCIOUSNESS

EXHAUST ANALYSIS AS THEY MERGE

WITH THE MONOXIDE OF THE WORLD!

ANDRO EMERGES AWAKENING FROM THE MURMURS OF THE VOID!

At your friendly Siddhis Service station

a sleek new Mahayana-ha pulls in for refueling.

ANDRO swings lightly off the saddle and heads for the ashram.

She may be male and she may be female.

In truth she’s ANDRO-GENIE!

And she speaks for herself:

Sitting and singing I Andro swing as the gone apostle

taught by seekers of pleasurable discord.

Let me dip sex rolls in the tea of

steep inclines up the path of awareness.

Let me frolic in the confusion of the lock-up and fuck-up

of language in the service of conflicting facts.

Set me up as no wonder woman unless as a snapper

of charmed lariats of words, who flaunts not breasts

but brotherhood, who fondles no penis but sisterhood,

who preaches no editorials and who edits all preachers.

Yeah I’m the Evil Knevil of meditation

I’m the she-devil of the west

I’m the enemy of imitation

yeah my way is not the worst!