Huh? I don't understand any of this...
my shak makes a nice shitstick...
my playing stinks,
so at least people stay far away...
the zen master keeps making me sweep
the rock pathways and concrete patio...
all I want to do is spread more leaves around
it's all so hopeless...
is this a shakuhachi?
why am I playing Kokopelli's tunes?
that big old crow...
people laugh at his raspy call...
but he was my first teacher...
and my only friend
Tomorrow I will wear my buckskins to zazen...
the teacher doesn't kick out the drums...
so maybe I'll get away with another "outrage"...
biker zen... it's all I know...
old goat? old fart?
I just don't get it...
Bud
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