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Mondo Zen

 

 

 

Cruising, really cruising,

hard-on cruising,

in the most material thing I’ve known.

 

’66 mustang -289, navy blue,

white convertible top and leather,

wooden steering wheel.

Brand new from Dad for your 16th,

I’m hoping that makes you 18 now.

 

Poets are better at lying

than telling the truth,

and you are the Master.

 

Your most damning tone,

you are for sure pissed.

 

Sitting there in your bucket seat –

Audrey Hepburn – lotus style,

neck straight, blue eyes closed,

hands in your lap.

The fingers of the right hand

resting lightly on the fingers of your left,

thumbs just barely touching.

A perfect ‘mudra’

and I wonder where you picked that up.

 

We had just come from ‘2001’,

heading to the neighborhood bar,

a shot of bourbon and a cold beer.

 

What do you think the monolith represents?

 

I ask – interested – but feeling

like I’m breaking ice since we left the bijou.

 

All right, we did your movie

and now you’re taking me to a bar?

I thought we were going to the mountains

and watch the sun rise. You know,

 

she says – like she does –

 

compartmentalization is responsible

for the spiritual vacuity of people today.

Rationalization and your need for a drink

seem to take precedence over everything.

 

still in her ‘zazen pose’

and presumably the result of

some enlightenment.

I mull this over,

but not too much,

 

Let’s get back to the poet thing,

 

I slam on the brakes –

master of something –

and you open your eyes.

 

You should learn not to mix metaphors

and your Zen is bullshit.

 

The bald, gay Buddha bobble head –

you know the one with teeth

like Martha Raye –

bouncing like crazy on the dash

seemed to adamantly agree with me.

 

5 replies on “Mondo Zen”

Hi Craig

Wow! What a cool ride, you really capture the scene and feel with your language, imagistic details and mood. I can feel the energy in that car ride and love how you perceive things from the description of the car, the girl’s so called philosophy and that dynamic ending —

The bald, gay Buddha bobble head –

you know the one with teeth

like Martha Raye –

bouncing like crazy on the dash

seemed to adamantly agree with me.

That is perfect for the ending and It made me laugh. Thanks so much for sharing this. It indeed has wonderful impact, clever wit and imagination here!

Thanks,
Wendy

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Craig,

I love it!

Everything about it…

“I mull this over,

but not too much,” so very Craig!!

and this:

“I slam on the brakes –

master of something –”

Sharp and savvy and cuts to the chase….

“and your Zen is bullshit.”

I am laughing so hard I feel like that Buddha bobble head!

Sarah

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The narrative flows smoothly here, it is easy to pick up that you were enjoying writing it. The two characters are well delineated and to echo other comments, the bobble head Buddha is a perfect touch for the ending.

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