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6/15/2005

Poetry of the Steelbuddha, first of a series.

Written in a meeting, about no one in the meeting:

I find it quite pleasing
the way your body shifts
without your knowledge
without your notice
and the folds of your dress
crash like cloth waves across
the shores of your skin.

Filed under: Best of the Buddha,Self-service | | Comments (4)

4 Comments

  1. *gape*

    Well done.

    Comment by Loricious — 6/15/2005 @ 3:57 pm

  2. It’s like Brautigan. Short, sweet, beautiful.

    Comment by Meg — 6/16/2005 @ 12:01 am

  3. Get a job you hippie!

    Comment by Superman — 6/16/2005 @ 4:15 pm

  4. Ha!

    Comment by Loricious — 6/20/2005 @ 11:03 am

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