reverence and water for each of our daughters
our sons are beyond our command
our souls get out of hand and require
our patient attention to bring back the necessary completion
if you wish to become a poet then stop
stealing your words from others
start to observe the meeting point of nothing
relish in imperfection and you’ll become as sweet as honey
so come again and we will make our journey
to the streets, to the ****-holes and the hovels
in the cornfields
rishis greet you with a bow
so tropical ideals seem irrelevant now
somehow you are lost
i can sense it by the way you toss your hair back
you are anxious and i am smiling at your negligent cough
stroll along the boulevard looking for apples
rest in the stores that don’t seem too commercial
i have stretched my body now i stretch my mind
i have lost my love but she will return
i am confident as a god
i am as suspicious as a pirate
i am grumpy as a hungry man
without any brandy
i am landed wealth
i am the aristocrat's fate
i am napolean’s secretary
i am the human race
vehicles of passion lead to disaster
if you read Siddhartha you will know the answer
to the young person’s nightmare
what to do with time that repeats
all the ways which we have lost our minds
i hate to break it to you but the world is a mess
even if you do your best
you're still liable to witness suffering
and being a part of a community may be the answer
but for somebody
other people’s company is truly hell