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  • Cahuengananda
    .
    great
    grandson
    of El Camino Real
    .
    love child
    of D.W. Griffith,
    true spiritual leader
    and bona fide Indian brother
    from the Great East
    and now the West,
    as well as grant deed holder
    for magnificent Pallisades property
    at the far western end of Sunset Boulevard.
    .
    oh
    exalted one
    .
    director
    of film society's
    first class currents
    and
    sole creator of the juke joint
    rejuvenation generator
    now on DVD and BLU-RAY
    in stores
    and online worldwide.
    .
    oh
    Cahuengananda
    .
    please
    bend like
    a goddamn reed
    in the bellowing wind
    if only for a fucking minute
    and tell me exactly
    what the hell is going on?
    .
    I find
    myself immersed
    in this sensational feeling
    that something good
    is about to happen real soon,
    though the odds are nowhere near
    and
    the time being
    is quite obviously against me.
    my portion of daily bread is filled
    with radio interference
    and eaten up
    by the so-called connoisseurs
    of my own self-taught
    and seemingly merited art,
    while their self-established sovereign rockers
    denounces and then argues with
    every young seeing-eye dog blues poet
    contemporary of mine.
    .
    oh
    Cahuengananda,
    please listen and meditate on this:
    .
    the
    glossy
    black-and-white 8XIO Jesus
    on the fourth floor
    writes third class mail
    for a second time around
    telling all
    of the corporate brain trusts,
    including the Scientologists,
    that it was the Beat Generation
    who originally took all the punches,
    even though I thought
    it was the Punk Rockers,
    and
    that the only true and correct way
    to compute and measure the universe
    is with a crash course
    in French History.
    .
    now
    I know
    old enlightened one
    .
    oh
    Cahuengananda
    .
    the
    source
    of spectral glow
    and
    yet humble pebble
    from the shore of Mumbai-ya
    that you are,
    please help me understand
    how volcanic gases have anything
    to do with killer whales.
    please help me know the answer
    to the one thing that stumps me
    more than anything
    by telling me just who is
    the mother of China?
    .
    oh
    Cahuengananda
    .
    insect interpreter
    and ultimate appraiser
    of titles and positions,
    tell me
    if I'm crazy to believe
    that there might be some kind
    of spiritual hindrance
    if I continue eating frozen pizza
    while reading Bukowski
    sober,
    or
    should I continue watching tv
    on yet another Saturday night,
    but
    from a different corner of my mind?
    .
    oh
    Cahuengananda
    .
    won't
    you please
    bend like a goddamn reed
    in the bellowing wind
    if only for a fucking moment?
    .
    .
    ~~~~~~~~
    .
    .
    (c)2015 Miles Ciletti
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