bubble-eyed buddha rests
on the bottom of a pop bottle,
he smiles at a crowd
that applauds the arrival of enlightenment
sometime this afternoon, you can count on a flash
to break the room, make our innards spill to the floor
and there, soaked up in carpet fiber,
they form miasmas that lift buddha
into heaven from that bottle of pop
and show us the light shining
in our faces
where it’s always been
