69. Poetry From The Hills

^{If you don’t mind
I would like to dance}

^{what big feet I have,
both of them right}

^{and watch me move if you're brave enough
babe,
watch me move

don’t call me babe
and fuck off
she replied

such a pretty face
to spit venom,
I replied

she smiled,
and she stood
and I took her hand
and my palms
held my life story
and hers
hers

and eternally
within the space
of a moment
I showed her
that god really is
within
and
her little heart behind
the silk red dress
stopped beating for a minute
to say,
thanks, she needed this… work

I said,
heart,
I got one of my own,
I know the struggles
of practicality,}

^{hmm, the mind interjected,}^{a man with
the sense of logic still
willing to dance.}^{mind,
I have one of my own,
I said,
I know the troubles of
borrowed thoughts

I am not offended,
lied the mind
begging her to sit
begging her to drink more
begging her for more

and together laid
silence
that would frighten
many,
and in that silence
you could see the breath
preparing
for the change

excuse me sir,
said the moon,

you are not excused I replied,
and I punched the moon as
hard as I could and
the astronauts lost their golf balls
and I had no empathy
because I only punched myself

a great white shark swam by
and I commented on the darkness
of his eyes,
I am not here to impress you,
he replied.
well, may it be so,
but with that reply,
you have

and the shark laughed
and swam eighty miles
alone
and I danced with the
red silk dress
beneath a bruised moon
and its over now.}

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^{Decorated cell}

^{The monk
looks at me
and thinks}^{What a horrible prison he is in}^{I look at
the monk
and think}^{What a lovely prison he is in}

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^{A poem from the breath that creates clouds}

^{We met on the same island with a different language
but quickly realised we
had the same needs
the same… everything

I asked a man
who the most important
person in the world is…
my daughters oncologist,
he replied

I don’t have cancer,
I thought,
I reckon it is me or
I am starting to get slightly
hungry,
maybe it is the chef

what a dangerous tail
immense joy
has}

^{I loved the mountains
a little more yesterday,
lets retrace our steps,
lets live a life already lived,
eat an orange already juiced,
lets just die.

I love the god I don’t even believe in}

^{You ever think if she was a dude
you’d avoid her?

word salad,
hmmmm verb lettuce,
forgive me for loving
life and becoming a
vegetarion,
I just saw the cow
eat rubbish
and have eye lashes
the same as a lady named
lucy,
I don’t eat you,
keep those horns to yourself bull.

then why have them? He moo’d

ask god,
ask god.

I myself am a donkey
waiting to be mastered

the guru and the student
both know everything,
everything but
humility and truth

What would I know?
exactly.

one step closer to the answer is not knowing it.}

^{Maybe there isn’t one.
Maybe it just is.}

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Elephants}

^{I was walking
the streets
of India
with the cars
scooters
bikes
cows
dogs
humans
and squirrels}

^{I was caught in a
traffic jam

You could fit an elephant
through there
I said to the driver
holding
up destiny

I hope so
replied a man
to my right}

^{we have fifteen
coming through
tomorrow}

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^{Ralph, you existed, and that’s enough to make me okay with the fact you're dead.}

^{I don’t want you because you want the me I don’t,
the one who will be gone tomorrow,
who already is gone,
and you belittle me like I killed him,
he killed himself the same way he created himself,
and me,
oh me,
dead tomorrow…..

call it low self esteem, but
I know what happens to stone,
and I haven’t the gaul for that, however you spell it.

I'm afraid I want status
in a world of impermanence,
I want someone
to love the one
who attempts to shape shadows}

^{We are all aliens,
even the mongoose.}

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^{I went to this restaurant without my phone}

^{And watched him eat his Indian meal
with a knife and fork}^{I am so much better than him}^{I thought}

^{Without my phone I
watched him
on his

he was british
in india for the cricket
and a group of
fifteen were in the
background
playing cards
and I thought
to myself}^{how good is cricket}

^{And at 8:07pm
whilst on his phone
with headphones in
he ordered a
cappuccino
and I sat there
watching
shaking my head
slowly
thinking}^{I am so much better than him}

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^{Solitude splits like the atom}

^{Soul. You created me to tell you I don’t exist?}

^{I am with you
you are with me}

^{You are with you
I am with me}

^{We are with we
we are with we}

^We
are
me.

^{Me are We}

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^{Riley William Dyson the first and last}

^{My dad thinks
what I
think he
thinks}

^{The guru tells
the student
the truth
and the student
tells me
and that’s where
it ends
cause I was
thinking about
pussy}

^{Its all just a recital
until the
crow
says
enough}

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^{The same brown eyes}

^{To that archetype
you are the only
one I have ever loved…
like that

its funny,
in this realm you
have always had brown eyes

I cant wait
for the remission in
the Bardot,
to see you
exactly as you are}^{ohh its so obvious
I will find you straight away in there}

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