Saint Patrick's Easter comes fashionably late so don't spend time in ordinary talk you'll get that anywhere on the block
from the miserable dogs of kali
Purple and yellow with crowns to match, and garlands from the trader
immunize us from what you can catch
from the miserable dogs of kali
Beating the clock to the postal shop, then to Mahamuni's post box up the snob hill and the wharf the east cliff is empty once again 'cause of the wind and chill. Past the public radio to the basketball park and the toad. That's the fruit market on the right and then the soccer pitch. The wharf road takes me back for the sandhya. The motorcycle sloka slinger gave dui cakra pracarer the title of Jig Jag man seeing his beard and chodder on his head.
Tonight with the wind beginning to howl the Deities dream Deep within the far off jungle, their white night dress. They go on day or night enjoying like anything