{for KB & CC}
Steeplechase’d
I built a sensory deprivation chamber
Out of cardboard scissors and glue
Meant to be along in a fog
But accidentally made room for you (as well)
Somehow we steeple-chased
From OlyWa to Pondicherry
Lomo ghosts of dangerous signs
To develop a cover story
It doesn’t all add up
Mostly because i pawned my
Abacus
To pay for silent meditation
Turns out freedom is
An empty glass
Or broken glasses
To block out all the fuzz
Find meaning tin the absence
Of strangers and true loves
Hire an Ayurvedic practitioner
Who comes to chat on a phone
While rubbing oil into
Your secret places alone
Ride a TukTuk which only takes wrong turns
Then Bicycle with lock
Emblazoned with a sign which says
Steal me, freely
Climbing mountains seeking
Really this time the most holy brahmin
Who sits making espressos
No croissant though
Is it even worthwhile?
Only find sunburns
And a golden dome for a holy mother
Who didn’t bother to learn your name
Attached to yet another saint
Free range children
Climbing holy banyan trees
Sacred grove signs pointing
Towards your next checkpoint
With fresh toxic paint
Found enlightenment
When i stopped trying
And opened the doors
To secret cafes
With signs requiring shoes ignored
Realize danger is perception
Sure take my rupees dollar and yen
I wander easily with pockets of seashells
Forged passport and
Manufactured zen