TRASH-1000
www.jayarama.us/kd/trash-1000.txt
(rev. 2012 jan 18)



Preface
Jack London said that before you could write anything worth reading,
You had to write at least 100,000 words of trash preceding.
So we, the Monkey / Piggy, have taken up this challenge.
Here is our current collection of trash.
Afterwards we hope to write poems divine,
For Srila Prabhupada’s Sankirtana sublime.


TABLE OF CONTENTS
1. PIGGY’S PARTING PEARLS (rev. 120118)
2. PINKY'S PICKLED POTENT PARTS (rev. 120116)
3. ONE DINGY LINGY (rev. 120116)
4. THE WOODEN ROAD (rev.120116)

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1. PIGGY’S PARTING PEARLS (rev. 120116)
GOKULA SUNRISE
my donkey’s old,
his brains are dust.
his tottering steps,
no longer trust.

let us say good-bye to brother ass,
and see you in goloka’s grass.


DEADLY TILT
for those who fear the sunrise,
death is at their back.
he dogs their steps with certainty,
each breath they fear their last.

all their kin and castles,
cow in his shadow's reign.
but those who greet the day-break,
see only youth and gain.



PREVIEW
spastic, septic, spanky,
waxed wide with rhyming verse.
though some folk called them eloquent,
some folks called them terse.

by japa all bamboozled,
he writes of SRI GOPAL,
the mystic cowherd orphan,
who's companions never fall.

who doubts his own divinity,
whether he is really GOD,
but challenged kala-yavana,
by calling him a frog.


PILGRIM’S PROGRESS
so, take a breath,
half-close your eyes.
into the mantra,
your wild mind dives.

feels with fingers,
wood-beads round,
taken to heart,
the journey’s the sound.

then, reach for the keys,
and type pombs slow,
golden, not leaden,
to goloka they go.

know naught of books,
and scholarship.
into mantra always dip.

yet who-dee-do and hoe-dee-ho,
many mantras in a row!
the books of srila prabhupada,
aren’t they words to contemplate,
not just words too know?

and when you’re tired.
take a bun.
they’re in the bowl,
for eat and run.

and then you’ll meet,
a reverend jew,
his house is blue,
his garden too.

his wife she scoots
doubts monkey suits,
but all’s used in heaven,
both leaven and unleaven!


NOW
if baxwell barkwood had his way,
then certainly today’s the day.
the ape ascends to heaven.

they’d brush his hat,
make straight his tie.
make sure his wits have counted seven.

so simple even a swine can go,
and find his place,
in the next full show.

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2. PINKY'S PICKLED POTENT PARTS
ENTRANCES
Krsna lives in Dvaraka.
   They cross the boats by sea,
And when you get to Dvaraka,
   You see it on T.V!

"Mother, quick, run see the screen,
   Sri Krsna's at the Dock,
A new Princess follows Him,
   Like the big and small hands clock!"

"Oh, she is so very beautiful,
   But she looks a little shy!
I've heard her name is Jambati,
  Her father's Ram's ally."

the procession moves like elefants,
  a slow and stately pace.
the whole wide city sways with Them,
  they follow divine grace.

the streets all strewn with flowers,
   the banners fill the sky.
Jambavati sees the people,
   greets them eye to eye.

She takes a solemn vow to heart,
  to never let them down,
She accepts the role of Mother,
  as her husband wears a crown.

POEMS ARE WRIT BY FOOLS LIKE ME
   BUT IN DVARAKA DHAMA THEY WATCH T.V.


RUBBER BUNS
Morning duties - now let's start the day.
   To the Assembly House we must gay.
Chariot waits out front the door,
   Queens say good-bye, their hearts a soar.

Sri Krsna goes into the Hall,
   In royal procession, all names called.
"King Ugrasena - Dynasty's First,
     Lord Balarama - City Father, never fear the worst.
Sri Krsna - Son of Devaki,
  Sri Uddhava - Lamp and Word so our King can see".

Work to do,
for even God,
But comics joke,
and make kings nod.


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3. ONE DINGY LINGY
IMMORTALITY
the HOLY NAMES of urukrama,
      and the HOLY NAMES of balarama,
are sufficient tantric rite and psalm,
      to keep us in immortality.

always conscious of our psychic core,
      always chanting, never snore.



FALLDOWNs/GET-UPs
The writ’n fool picked up his tool.
      With a single look he broached the book.

His words they ran in little herds,
      Like donkey flung magnetic nerds.

I am your servant.
      I am your slave.
The ISKCON devotees, they rant and they rave.

Appreciate ting their fallen condition,
      By Guru-kripa up go their renditions.

We are your servants, we are your slaves.
      Oh, Sri Sita-devi, here is the ring,
That for You Rama gave.

Ring g g g g g!
      Ring g g g g g!

RING G G G G!

I, a deadman, to You do bring,
      This sparking, profound and beauteous thing.

Slowly, slowly it turns in your fingers,
      On every facet your attention there lingers.

Condemned and damnded,
      Doomed and contended,
This rubbish, Ravana,
      By Rama shall be ended! !      !


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4. THE WOODEN ROAD
108, you are so great,
japa beads, both large and small.
you are our friends,
through thick and thin.

we take you to dance,
in the sunshine bright,
looking at each,
with respect and delight.
[every japa bead is different]

kneading them,
kneads lord’s toes,
takes us to where,
green grass grows.
see ur beeds, feel ur beeds, hear the names insane.

ur not tired, ur suffocating
chanting means breathing
give up life breathing
get your prana from the mantra.

when you renounce the sacred trinity:
belly, genitals, tongue,
then you’ll chant quite properly,
KRSNA ‘ll find you fun.

the “k” is hard,
sound it in the throat,
say “s” tight,
like pushing off a boat.

“RAM’s the sound,
that makes the town.
where LALA-LALI live,

my spiritual form,
is a speck of dust,
moving hear and there.

at the lotus feet of Prabhupada,
we always, clearly stare.

sent on an emission,
we can turn into an ape,
and scamper off with messages,
that will make the gop?s gape.

PEN
wm. blake an bishop berkeley,
were the best of friends.
bishop books raw,
to wm.’s saw,
both night and day he sends.