Wednesday, July 09, 2008



Some years or ago, when i'd graduated from school,
i decided to try my hand at becoming a nut
of course there is no standard or symbol of success
all that mattered was that they thought that i was cool
Then i left that fine institution one morning worldly things tucked underneath my arm
with their fingers pointed in my direction they shouted verses from their charter's rules.
Since then they shake their heads to show i've changed. In their puckawalla's glory their is a difference between us as they keep their rigid form.
Sumanas leis as each Wednesday grace the bodies of Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
Once again i respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa bowing as i pass. Around the triangle where the gecko takes me on the tour of the Saint Dagwood park. Then we turn back to the dog wash to the harbor and between the lakes to the point of the hook. Cruisers of red, yellow and blue are all around us with college students aboard. The sufferers are in force also changing along the opal cliff where they figure no one will watch. The soccer pitch has a match beginning as we pass. All the way down to the toad's we go at top speed. There we slow to catch our breath and view the go light. Back to the sunny cove and then to the redone road. The natasala is boasting it's August engagements. The gecko takes leave to close the door on his shop and draw the curtain. i pass in review for the Cruiser king. He is taking note that the gecko has departed. To the peddler's ramp and down the dip to the bear's house. Circling the lover's lane and back to the wharf road. Of course that leads on to the long and winding and the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where i fold my palms and speed on to shake the hand of the sandhya. The kalarupa says that i'm on time so i quickly continue.
O deer dough, have you seen Krsna? This evening's night dress offered on Radhastami when the reading came to a portion where the gopis were questioning everything and everyone about where Krsna had gone. So with silver mukuts, flute and ankle bells they keep away that mundane chezebelle with their loving pastimes.

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