Gautama Told Me

an apparition prophetic a blond flowery baby girl be it a sacredly bald monk we live flashlike lives i keep my legs fingers arms crossed won't tell me honestly when to start or stop my religion is now at its most let's continue like autumn rustles and die like wild quacks stir me a little more so that i am a hurricane calm me to death so that i am spoken of dead end is meaningless pathless grounds i traverse go up with the angels down with the mad you try a mosque in the rise when the sun begins its smile flog cheer and crucify the happy end is in the middle somewhat off the way i write to you go to all the joints of body be no more little