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02/05/2003 Archived Entry: "this bus is poetry in motion"

rolling up and down hills
with a jolt and a crunch
every time he changes gears

we speak to each other - naturally
quickly and with enthusiasim
repeating ourselves many, many times

it doesn't matter that:
your language is Malayala
my language is English
you are 10 years old
i am 22 years old
your friend has a blank eye
i have a prostetic eye

what matters is that:
you can cross your eyes
and stick out your tongue
i can pull out my cheeks
and make strange noises
*&*&*&***
all of us are happy
to laugh so hard
we fall off the seat cushions
and onto the sandy floor
of the express bus
to Udupi
--------------(end)---------


A person appeared in my dreams
or perhaps i appeared in his
we spoke to each other
in an endless green field
without complaining he
told me of old age, arthritis,
and his impending retirement

i forgot about
the uniform we shared
the discipline it required
----i fell down and cried
======and regretted it

why - looking forward
my subconcious looks back
why - planning the future
i remember pieces of the past
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his fingers were almost too fat
and he always stood behind the piano
he was only upset when it was required
that room was always filled with joy

when we talk of great teachers
great souls that have been sent by who knows what
we say -
christ, buddha, krsna, yogi
we say -
chompsky, ghandi, King jr, corgan
----------------i don't know these men
i never spoke to them
they never addresed me, personally

But just the same
i've had great souls, teachers
and they addresed me, personally
))()(((())((()()())))()()((((())))()(
I don't remember the name
of the man who always smiled
in a place where smiling was "Not Necessary"
All i remember is that
when i sang, i cried
and when i cried i thought:
"just for today, i can take it"
--------------------(end)----

i'm back in coimbature.
many great things are happening here
but i can't talk about it. sorry. when i get back.
um..........i read some of my old poetry, that's on the archives, and it inspired me to write.
and i'll keep writing, cause, the old stuff is really good, and i'm older now, so shouldn't i be able to write better stuff? something like that......
Rachel recieved the tape, so if you want copies, let me know......

"our father,who art in heaven..........."
chris to pher mar tin hoke