DISCLAIMER: i do not want to join the hari krishnas, nor will i. that being said, i do love watching them. here are 10 tanka for the krishnas.
hari krishna ha
ri krishna hari krishna
hari krishna ha
ri krishna hari krish
the droning, chiming
the bells, the drums, the humming
the tonedeaf voices
they will beg me to join them
secretly i will want to
shaven barren skin
scratchy stubble on white scalps
crescent moon ears sticking out
grass pokes through the ashy dirt
the sun bears down on bare ness
i ask savanah
how much money would you pay
me to go over
and shake it with the krishnas
she doesn’t have anything
**played with actual bells
cha-ching cha-ching cha
cha-ching cha-ching cha-ching cha
cha-ching cha-ching cha
cha-ching cha-ching cha-ching cha
cha-ching cha-ching cha-ching cha
i’m not going to join
i just think they look happy
and i like the robes
even if they are a cult
although i’m not sure what’s true
the chimes of the bells
tumble out of unison
almost comically
the illusion disappears
a moment of discomfort
i pick up the card
hari krishna’s fiftieth
anniversary!
it’s only been 50 years???
i thought this shit was ancient!!
it looks so easy
to just dance around all day
and proselytize
to freak out my family
and take a new sanskrit name
a man suspended
cops swing him by all four limbs
the park screams and howls
the krishnas stop playing
but for one final jingle
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