heart of hearts

the hole in the bottom
of the bottle
you want to fall through it
fall into the Great Mystery

some say of that hole
"It's full of stars"
it’s full of heart
the one you knew
when your mother held you
before she left you
the heart that sang harmonies
with the celestial ghandarvas
before your father chained it
to his wallet and to his belt
it's the heart of all that light
that outshines all the deities
of all possible religions

but those God's
are just kosher pickles
pickled turnips
pre-chutneyed peppers
Sunday communion
dipped in salsa

that your Friend, the clean-up guy
the janitor at the end of the Universe
uses to point out all those blinding stars
yea, those selfsame suns
that sit at the bottom
of your weepy beer