i have my body and my soul and my blake.

i can’t take the time to urinate
when there are thoughts that might dissolve
before i can put them down
these dishonorable things that we do
we do them for honorable reasons

i run mad dashes to tell you the words
that are falling from my lips
before they spill everywhere

i have no chariot
i have buses
and taxis
i have no charioteer
i have junkies
and johns

brahman lines
drawn on cocktail napkins
shankracharya eyelashes
making wishes from your breath
charting a lineage that goes back so far it hasn’t happened yet

what is my light if not to guide me towards what i want
to find the things
that i had dropped along the way
hoping that one day you would find them