Spiritual Bulemic

my eyes are swelling with 

cartographic smears of

mental augmentation

ive absorbed the recollected guru

from his stoop

and through forking

his wry and wrung 

flesh

I count the lessons

and appendages

descent 

down to the bathroom

where I’m 

patted and dried

with a finger inside

my enlightenment uvula 

i spew out my spiritual dose 

of the day

a rumi

a camus

I’m keeling over in 

a porcelained pain 

degraded by the guru 

 his one bedroom apartment’s 

bathroom

Im urged into seeping 

mushy Bhagvad Gita 

he’s 

diluted 

all my eatings 

he’s

diluted

all my needings

dependant on a cathartic diet 

my eyes are bigger than my stomach

my mind is smaller than my soul

Im a spiritual bulimic 

hi.

and I’ve been straight for three years.