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Failure

This afternoon my squeky sneakers were stolen
while i stepped respectfully into a Bangkok temple
  for two minutes meditation.

I looked on the steps where they were left
and, unfounded, walked away angry, disappointed, and barefooted.

Statue Buddha saw whose crime, he has seen my own,
and will punish karma accordingly with more and more cutting form.

I seek no revenge, reflecting instead on the sins i have committed-
 lack of charity or action, cases of lust selfish ignorance,
 harsh mean words toward my loving undeserving-
that have put this rot on my foot, crack in my hip,
sore in my back, this malaise cloud around my brain
 and a horrible american pop song bass drum
 pulsing loud a retarded repeated pattern
 for drunk europeans who can't go deaf fast enough
 through the adjacent walls and shaking windows
      to disturb my tired soul.

Tonight i will dream,
process guilt and ingrain memories,
and tomorrow hope to wake up comfortable smiles
because I am trying as hard as I can.



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