Damm Straight

Thank you for your note to me
(I read it on the lavatory)
my poems are rather weak I fear
they will not make you shed a tear
products of a childish mind
you only praised them to be kind
therefore place them in a bin
never to be read again
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I had just finished watching

this documentary about how

the holy crusaders had painted the town red

with the blood of any people

who happened to be Jews

on their way to liberate

the holy land

when the door bell rang

it was two people with bibles

wanting to share

that Jesus is love

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The rioteous off all nations

sat round the table

rav kook was there, and the baal shem tov too

St Francis of Assisi, and St Kabir

and I think that was Rumi seated near by you

Jane Goodall was there, a guerrilla near at hand

Raoul Wallenbach and Ramana Maharshi

cut up vegetables in the kitchen

while Zinoviev poured tea from the Samovar

bekavod, said St Francis, you make the blessing

we’d be delighted to hear the holy tongue

he held open the door of the limousine, helped the old man in

made sure his coat tails wouldn’t get caught in the door

Joan of Arc and Hannah Szennesh arm wrestled

while Osho in the swimming pool

laughed quietly to himself

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I am at a party

with Ramana, and Osho, and the Baal Shem Tov

and Gangaji and St Francis, Rav Kook and Rav Nachman

Papaji and dod Zvi

and we link hands and dance the hora

one-and-two and three and

lef-ft righ-ght and

one –and-two-and three and

lef-ft righ-ght

faster and faster we spin til

none of our feet are touching the floor

Osho’s beard flies

like a comet on the wind

Rumi is like

a sweet breeze at my side

Nisarghadattha’s hand

is warm on mine

on the other side

of the windows

all the murderers and resenters

of history

the Hitlers and Ahmanijads

gaze wistfully

no one ever told them

joy is free

they wish they could have another chance

and they shall

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I come to Australia

to yur beers and fukking rugby

to your anglo celtic bigotry

to your proudly Australian insecurity

fuck this man I’m not gonna play some nigga immigrant role

just cos I been here five minutes

I’m as Australian as you, if not as much as the Garigal

if I wannabe

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To want to share is a holy thing
To want to influence is not
How often I confuse the two!

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Torture is yoga
imposed from the outside

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Masterchef

To eat from hunger, not from boredom
to be with what is here
to thank the G-d for gratitude
to meet desire and fear
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In our house
everyone has an illicit supply of clothes pegs next to their beds
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These are the generations of woe-man
The uncircumscribable freshness and revelations of youth
the despair of middle age
the surrender into grace of ripe maturity
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the Jew in you
is furry and sweet
the Jew in you
dos not eat meat
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I think I've earned
my master's degree
in feelings of
in
feri
or
ity

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A comforting thought: as I get older I move from anonymity to invisibility

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