you call me restless
i say i’m searching.
i met a monk who only
meditated metaphorically.
you ask why i travel
i say i’m going home.
i met a man behind a mask;
his face was flawless.
i asked him why.
he said, what mask?
i offer a prayer in the waiting rooms
the halls of the gods of purgatory.
i met a child who offered
the season’s first mango
palmed in his small hand.
i have no country.
i am already home.
July 2nd, 2011 at 1:17 pm
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July 2nd, 2011 at 1:41 pm
“you call me restless
i say i’m searching.
i met a monk who only
meditated metaphorically.
you ask why i travel
i say i’m going home.
i met a man behind a mask;
his face was flawless.
i asked him why.
he said, what mask?”
Well goddamn.
July 2nd, 2011 at 2:11 pm
Nice and pretty poem 🙂
July 3rd, 2011 at 12:51 am
Uniquely fascinating.
July 3rd, 2011 at 4:53 am
Genius.
July 3rd, 2011 at 1:22 pm
Evocative poem.
July 3rd, 2011 at 4:39 pm
perfect.
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July 4th, 2011 at 7:39 pm
“i met a man behind a mask;
his face was flawless.
i asked him why.
he said, what mask?”
Wicked. 😀
July 11th, 2011 at 10:38 pm
wicked cool,divine you.
keep it up.
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