BAD BREATH POEMS

TICKET TO NOWHERE

Why sit. Why meditate, pray chant, bow, sing psalms. Nowhere to go. Nothing to attain. Nobody to worship. Just stop and think. We are already there. HE isnt there. Even if He was, he would be so Big, so powerful we couldnt possibly hurt insult offend please satisfy honor him. No need to save ourselves, avoid his eternal damnation, tell him how sorry we are. So forget confession, dont say the rosary, fear fire and brimstone, follow your breath, tithe ten percent, roll holy, speak in tongues, charm snakes. Just relax. Open a cool one. Enjoy your own sun setting. Tokyo, Wed. 10/05/05