Saki and Rice - Prose Poetry

"Saki and Rice"

She was cruising down Hong Kong boulevard,
neon lights flashing Asian characters,
Tongs and Zen masters
warming their bones over hot bowls of rice,
while wives hover with passion,
Asian silk and black lace...

Her name was Saki.
She could warm you to the bone
with curves to perpetuate the race...Meanwhile,
Zen master states to student:
"Only the strong survive where passion waits"

Suddenly...
Somewhere in a back room
a My Tye master extrapolates on techniques (age old)
for the bold and willing standing ready on red tiles.

In a loft somewhere in Soho
there's a room ten-by-ten
with an inverse vampire master of Zen.
The sun's rays enter through black curtains in the red room...GASP!

I breathe my first breath of the day,
smoke rises from my silk sarcophagus.
The scent of passion slams into my senses
I gotta get out of this misplaced tomb of mind...FLASH!!!

Cruising through Chinatown,
Orange cape catching scented wind.
I peruse a picture on exhibition behind pale blue glass.
Her name is Saki.
Blood pounding in my ears,
excitement through fear.
Here I go Baby!

I My Tye to the Orient.
While flying through the tenth dimension
I become aware of a soul on the way to Soule,
to claim his role as an interpreter
for CIA operations...How mundane!...Flash!!!

Having raw fish at Huns,
sushi, saki and teriyaki,
laying at my feet under the table,
I open my senses.
In my minds eye I see Saki,
with rice bowl in hand,
such sadness in her eyes...Meanwhile,

I rock to my chaotic beat,
with Buddhist Monks clashing cymbals,
in single file crossing the street...The blind leading the blind?...NOT!
See me, Feel me, Touch me, Hear me chant
four drunken monkeys dancing in ecstatic frenzy...
The shadows on the bamboo walls materialize into me.
She turns her head with tear in eye,
weakness overcomes me,
I feel passion as rice bowl meets rice paper.

Saki looks into my minds soul,
A long deserved smile creases her white painted face,
an eyebrow rises with a question...."Are you real?"
I am the Vamp of your hearts desire,
we must conspire to free your desire...FLASH!

I cry tears of joy as I My Tye the hell out of there.
Bless me Father for I have sinned.
As the sun goes down, the breath rushes out of me.
Hail Saki full of grace,
Hallow be her name, thy Vamp will come,
thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven...

We are born to begin to die,
I smile in death with Saki and rice on my palate,
Oh!, the visions I actualize on the canvas of my mind.

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