Back on the path.
Went down a different road for awhile
chanting the Hare Krishna mantra.
You know the one. The one that goes like this:
Hare Krishna.
Hare Krishna.
Krishna. Krishna.
Hare. Hare.
Hare Rama.
Hare Rama.
Rama. Rama.
Hare. Hare.
I tried to be a good devotee of Lord Krishna but it
just wasn't meant to be. No harm done, at least I tried.
Yes at least I tried.
So now with a quick and sudden decision I will travel
down the road in the footsteps of the Buddha.
Hello, again.
Damn, I'm getting old.
It's past one a.m. in the morning and I'm still up.
Been drinking Moonshine (legal moonshine that is) for most of the night.
Good old "Virginia Lightning" 100% corn whiskey (Damn, good stuff).
Even though I have to work in the morning I'm still up and feeling fine.
No need for sleep. Oh no. no. no.
Not a care in the world.
Just listening to the music channels on Direct TV.
So many great songs from the 50's, 60's, 70's, 80's, and of course the 90's.
Scribbled and scratched out words in the clear light of day reveal this
late night drunken rambling poem to be completely full of....s....h....i....t.
Something is missing.
What it is I can not say.
It's like something that you forgot to pick up at the grocery store
and you can't remember what it was.
Kinda like that nagging feeling that you left the oven on.
It feels like I should be doing something.
Something useful.
Something meaningful.
Something important.
But I have no clue of what it is.
Where are all the poems of Summer?
Lost or maybe locked away.
Maybe even forgotten somehow.
Fireflies and spiders.
Late night drinks and classic mid-night movies.
No need to set the alarm.
Go ahead and sleep in.
Let's continue dreaming for awhile.
