THREE POEMS WRITTEN LAST NIGHT in KUALA LUMPUR, WAITING for PREM RAWAT'S 5-DAY CONFERENCE to BEGIN on JULY 8th.

#1

There is something that cannot be said
and I am not saying it.
If I try to whisper it into your ear,
please slap me,
I really have no idea what I'm talking about.

#2
I once wrote a poem that no one read.
No one read it because I wrote it on a leaf
and sailed it down a river with no name.
How I got there is a complete and utter mystery to me.
All I know is this:
somewhere a fish is eating my words.

#3
I just drank a 6-pack of Kabir.
Perfectly chilled it was, no glass needed.
None.
I drank straight from the bottle like a baby.
I'm told the bottles will be recycled --
that they're worth something,
but I don't believe it.
Why should I?
After drinking Kabir tonight, there's nothing left to believe --
just imbibe.

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