I’ve not really be all that productive/creative lately. I’ve had a tiny spurt. We’ll see where this goes.

And here is the poem…

      	baptized in
      	the mud
     of main street
     mother's milk

      	from dust storms
eyes caked
      	and coughed
rich
      	soil for weeks

	these open skies
	bleed wet,
     skeleton
	hang flesh

for everything is
stagnant or stale

     inside
     i kept
     secrets
from
rain

	every drop
		cursing

     promises i
     never made
	she kept
	and found
avenue to
path

rails 	between
	raindrops

should we
follow this line
     through contour of
 	land
through twelve
miles of kansas
     eight states
     away three
	hours

bathed in the blood
of desert rain
clouds screaming fire
	drying eyes
held hands fast
	to this
concrete
ribbon a lifetime

It’s been months and months since I last wrote anything. I jotted this down quickly and here it is. I should be sleeping, but here it is.

february/march

    we will
wait for our
dreams
    and feel the
land
beneath our skies

roads to
twist spiderweb
      veins
over america
losing these days
to
   time

         motions,
these black eyes
    watch hungry
several moments
and begging
        to catch

a smile lost like
lightening
      this crown
and these jewels

this ritual fell
   unhanded
   with
trees bare all
             for
a stale room and
   cold

every light on
but yours

It’s been dry lately. Nothing much has been coming to the surface. And what is coming is being pushed and even forced by me. Painful process, I guess.

So anyway, here are my three newest.

If you’d like to read poems from my newest book (passage.) – go here.

Hey! Welcome to October! It’s getting chilly at nights and maybe it’s time to throw on that extra blanket. I personally love sleeping with the window open in the Fall if I can curl up with an extra fluffy blanket. But then there’s winter. We’ll not go there. Winter and I do not get along.

MySpace.
Anyway, with recently being added to Planet ISKCON, I’m assuming that at least a few more devotees are reading my blog… or at least noticing that it exists.

So I thought I’d toss my MySpace page out there. It’s here.

Do what you like with that.

VW Buses.
My friend Elisabeth told me that a Srila Prabhupada letter was posted yesterday on the blog Prabhupada Letters that mentioned VW Buses. Specifically, Srila Prabhupada said, “These Volkswagen buses are very nice.”

And yes, Srila Prabhupada, I whole-hearted agree. These Volkswagen buses are very nice! However, These Volkswagen buses’ transmission are very expensive. My bus is still in the shop and if it turns out to be the transmission (as opposed to the clutch), it will cost me $1500. And that’s roughly $1500 more than I have.

The first automobile that Srila Prabhupada rode in when he came to America was a VW Bus. It took him from Boston to Butler, PA. How about that.

Poem.
Also, as the regulars know, I write poems. My newest is about Ratha-yatra. I can’t say that it’s all that deep or that some amazing kaviraj realizations are flowing forth. But it is … whatever it is.

It’s called “Auspicious” and it’s not for everybody. But maybe you’ll like it.

Click on it to make it bigger, if you please.

Six new pics.
(click to see, ok?)

And the poem…

I wrote one the other day – over two days, I think – and here it is.