Poem for Cal

alanwatts_600_by_randal_roberts

A rogue defender

Of a disappearing race

Stealing Buddhas

And porcupines

How will your whiskey

Make your eyeballs work better

When you’ve already taken them out

For a party trick?

Self-surgeon

Self-surgeon

I will give you back

Your lion-headed crest

But your heart I cannot return:

For the sun is our communal treasure

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