Arriving in the Coach
bought by George and
the airport incense hawkers,
saffron sheets and pate tails
arrived to invade the drag.
Homesteading their rug temple
on the concrete pathway
they call to students,
lovers and thieves
to join in chanting ecstasy.
A dragworm freshly showered
in Thunderbird and splifs
heeds the toll
of the finger cymbals
and dances and chances chants.
"Hare Krishna
Hare Krishna
Krishna
Krishna
Hare Hare
Hare Rama
Hare Rama
Rama Rama
Hare Hare "
Build and prance
spin and dance
lifting voice to
ching ching rhythm
pulse and quite frenzy
another brother joins the fold.
Chants and dances
crescendo to holy climax.
Arms raised, feets blurring
cymbals clanging, incense wafting
we have found our inner light!
The drag worm grins
and pants. "People!
People, you can not believe it!
its the greatest, man!....
the most fantastic sexual rush!"
Saffron tendrils, mouths agape
their new initiate brother
still has instructionals ahead,
to embrace sobriety,
piety, chaste celibacy....
and intolerance....
Drag worm, holy splooged,
packs up the T-bird
and his stash bags,
pounds the saffron backs
and shouts, what a rush man!
Author notes
Contest entry: Hippie Haris. displaced expectations?
A contest entry
- Hare Krishna by iamthebeatles.
600 points, ended May 28, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Cool!! You know... I grew up (before the religious stage lol) with Hippy parents.. and though different from Hare Krishna, I could relate to a lot of this!! Actually gave me a smile... they were crazy childhood days...
Awesome write!
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Thanks J. Hopefully it was entertaining. In the real, I laughed my ass off, as did all the spectators on the Drag. Not at the Hares, for they were very sincere, but at the improbable juxtoposition.
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This is very interesting, I love the flow of the words and how it turns out. Quite an experience to read, great write!
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thanks, just put that up as a contest entry, I think you saw it before I spell checked it. This was an unusual contest prompt, and I just happened to have a real story to tell that fit it. This happened in probably 1973, Austin, Tx. The University of Texas main west street, called here "the Drag." dont even know if the entry qualifies as a poem, but wanted to tell the story
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