CAMINO
CAMINO de SANTIAGO
As I trip down the path filled with pure bred dogs
+lean Gucci’d girls the rancid scent of skunky pot
wafts up I sell jokes he said No thanks! I’m lost
as fuck he begged What part of this isn’t the Camino?
Today watching the doc: Strangers on Earth I heard a
chic pilgrim say: There are arrows everywhere! She
would know where she was going at all times +hoped to
meet God It seemed like Disneyland for seekers with lazy
souls Some even called cabs
Again I ask: what part of this life isn’t the Camino? For one
thing I have yet to see an arrow signposts are few Choices
usually just smokescreens in disguise behind which fate takes
you kicking+screaming into repetition compulsion old habits
+older story lines How many times have you married your
mother?
It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than
for a rich pilgrim to enter the kingdom of heaven They chatted
guzzled wine +fought over cell phone chargers Some rented
donkeys
It seems unnecessary to spend 5 yrs. wages in some parts of the world
jet to Spain +walk among arrows +charlatans raising false hope that
upon your return answers will fall from the sky like shit from a goose
When what is more likely true is that people in parks who tell you they
are lost as fuck shall inherit the earth
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SPRING 2017
songanddancegirl 