Once in India,
I locked myself
in a white room
decorated only with
a bamboo-mat
& a ceiling fan.
There was an incense burner
& a hole in the ground
in there, too.
I torched nag champa
incessantly,
visited the hole often
& chanted to
the sun & the moon
to find myself.
It's so strange how
I can't remember
a ****** thing
about that pilgrimage,
'cept I made it
back home safely
with my clothing
smelling
like sweet ****
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
Once in India,
I locked myself
in a white room
decorated only with
a bamboo-mat
& a ceiling fan.
There was an incense burner
& a hole in the ground
in there, too.
I torched nag champa
incessantly,
visited the hole often
& chanted to
the sun & the moon
to find myself.
It's so strange how
I can't remember
a ****** thing
about that pilgrimage,
'cept I made it
back home safely
with my clothing
smelling
like sweet ****
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