i was dripping muttering
doing pranayama naked
in a public shower
and i saw her there
a hare krishna in glitter jeans
"slut" was written on her shirt
a midday pagan heart
eclipsing the sun
luring young stars out to play
we humped under the table
at the feast of dreams
a senseless act
of ahimsa
she said she knew
why i was nude
a beggar
a butterfly
a chaos poet who
acts like he knows
while blue-skinned natives
writhe among the weird
i know you feed me visions
so i can stay awake
shedding snakeskin veils
of bewilderment
we humped under the table
at the feast of dreams
a senseless act
of ahimsa
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