i’d be a real buddhist
but i first i've got to
get back to provo
and watch brian vomit
in a members only bar

still returning to new york
to rescue vinny from drowning
got to find a chiropractor
jamaica, Queens

maybe buenos aires
jen says
work a year here
and live for three there
we could buy a condo
just dont go looking for work

still got to visit Michael
in Ottowa
he's getting older
but eleven acres
i could camp there
and listen to war stories
Egypt, India
the sailors yelled from their ship
“give us a beer!”
poured into the sand

promised scott to sail
down Wabash river late summer
mississippi too big
we’d prolly drown

but the buddhist in me says
these places smell
like your alley too
its only your memories
that dont smell

then why Kyoto?
why go to find devotion
to Kali in south India?
why Tibetan sitting upright
buzzing around a mountainside
waiting for the earth to turn
and the sun to burn away the dew?