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
Copyright © Hubert Kucharski | Year Posted 2006
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