Tim and his brother Pete and I
Walk the streets of New York
The two of them Buddhists
And I wannabe maybe
I took the road trip with Tim down from Rochester
Thru-Way east and south
Tim winding his way till we get to 8th street
Petes one room apartment
His Gohonzon, Nicherin Soshu object of respect, shrine
The main focus in the room
We bow
And fall out the door
Tim slides down the cast iron railing on the steps and gets
A black line down his ass from the dirt
We hit a restaurant and have muscles and beer
Then glide young down the street
They want to catch some strip clubs
Walking down 8th , it’s crowded and a car going the other way slows
And hookers try to sell us
One without teeth offers a blowjob
Another jiggles her tits
Each the size of a nerf ball
We laugh and keep walking but I keep thinking
Of a woman that age with no teeth
We criss-cross streets and clubs till I am lost and drunk
We end the night at one joint where there are sex acts behind
Smeared glass, on red satin and gold
Two women, one eating the other
Whose eyes are open, gazing dead pan at the glass
Right
Back
At me
Dead glass retinas
I turn and grab Tim
“I’m done”
And walk out and back to the apartment
Drinking more on the way
They keep laughing at me, how I bolted
The next morning I wake up
The two of them chanting Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
Incense and a small bell now and then
As they chant texts in Japanese
Hung over I look out the window and see some old platinum blonde
Standing in the street in a white fur coat, open
Her naked body heaving puke out, I turn and go and sit
Knees folded under me
Looking at the Gogonzon repeating
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo