America is a train wreck of Disenyland and Costco.
Everything is accessible, here and now
and only 24 hours away at max.
Western enlightenment
starts when the TV goes
off and there you are in
your Lazyboy recliner chair-meditating.
Contemplating "The Golden Rule"
it comes to mind in that quiet
moment between beers
When more chips are needed,
a Walmart thought pops up,
we act. While distracting our
minds with music we drive there.
Right out in front of the store
THERE IT IS! The invisible portal
to enlightenment!
That fat lady with no bra
and very few teeth and a good line,
"excuse me, it's my birthday today..."
or perhaps her little dogs
or her buddy with the forehead tats
and the bike with a flat
and a felonious scowl
Do we SHARE with the under-derserving bastards?
"They should have worked harder like me"
the mind screams all of the rationales
that keep us:
blind, lost, content but not happy, self-serving
decent folks just trying to "get ahead" in life
who is your Brother?
Where is he found?
How could SHARING be "The Path"
out of egotism, SELF-ishness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem