No Hay Bandaid

by Bill Yarrow

Alone in the arms of amorpheus

I battle banal demons
who sit like grease
inside my blood

Pain is the saddle which rides me
Pain is the cowboy's gun
More morphing, please! 

          There's an unnecessary heaviness in heaven
          There's an insufficient delinquency in hell

The Taoists teach that
a painted tree is as grievous
as false dawn

                    but fierce Buddha is a fireman
               and Vishnu cools the anxious
          plus there's Jesus: he cooks the books

     As the stained-glass soul emerges from a covered bridge
          it is chased by a yowling mutt
               toward a nest of sleeping wasps

          We have to mend the fences
          whether they're broken or not