Please submit poems to Cayelin at cayelink@gmail.com.
Tired and hopeful seeks caffeinated and real for LTR
So tired of the guru type
Who talks about “living another reality”
Separate from the underling humans all around him
Yet he has his paycheck direct deposited, too
And shits sitting down like moi y du
So tired of the conscious shopper
Sojourners of India, buying
Woo-woo knick-knacks to sell
At quadruple the cost
Back in the good ol’ US of A
A capitalist dressed completely in white
Because it raises the vibration, you know
And we must each get to 500 by 2012
Or no more money will be able to be made
Oh, sorry — right, money is energy and
White is the new black
Oprah is the new Gandhi
And love is still all there is
Nothing matters, but I don’t mean that in a negative way
Really — don’t stone me — it just really doesn’t matter
I believe one can dress goth and reach the fifth dimension
One can wear blue jeans made in China to kirtan
And it still happens, right?
You leave high as a kite
Better able to tolerate listening to
The guru type who wants to date/love you
Who likes anal sex best
His way of honoring the Divine Feminine
Anus
Where is my compelling next partner?
He best be wearing black and have some bad habits
Like swearing or drinking or eating meat
And I’m not going to India until I’ve been to Europe
Where I’ll only meditate if there’s nothing better to do
Fat chance
Oh well — hello, burning hell
Save me a seat
At the right hand of nobody in particular
I’ll be there when I’m done enjoying heaven on Earth
With my grungy, perfect human friends all around me
Reveling and shining our dark, dark light
Staying up all the starry night
Going to bed with warrior Venus
Who knows love is a battle
We fight with our Self