Those
chicken wings are not really wings.
They
are just chicken “nuggets” that look like wings.
A
machine probably squeezes the “chicken batter” into molds
to look like wings.
Yummy.
No
bones!
*
In
India I saw some peculiar things.
I
realize now that I wasn't in my right mind.
Still,
I remember what I saw, and it's been long enough now that I won't be put into a bug-house.
At least, I hope not.
It
was 1978.
I
was lost.
(I
wrote a couple of poems about this experience. *see below*)
I
didn't include the more peculiar things that I saw, so I will now.
While
walking one night (and, boy, did I do a lot of walking in India!)
I saw a small camel sleeping (or dead?) on a sidewalk.
I
swear that this camel raised its head up and moved it back and forth
as if it was telling me “No”.
About
what I'll never know.
But
I remember what I thought:
“He's
telling me not to walk here.”
It
was a creepy and smelly part of Old Delhi.
But
I kept walking, and nothing bad happened.
*
I
was still walking (as I point out in my poems.)
At
one point I saw a house that I just knew had an American living
there.
It
had a fence.
I
started walking toward the house.
Then
a man appeared.
But
not quite a man.
He
looked like one of the simians in the movie Planet of the Apes.
First
he was an ape, and then he was just a normal-looking human.
I
blinked a few times, then approached the man.
I
don't remember what he said, but he went into the house, then came
back out and invited me to come inside.
An
American greeted me.
I
don't know what I said to him, but I remember he asked me if I wanted
something to drink, and I said, “Yes, a screwdriver.”
The
man-servant who had greeted me outside promptly brought me my drink
on a shiny, oval platter that I thought was made of gold, but it was
more likely just brass.
The
American disappeared into a nearby room.
I
heard the voice of President Carter, but it was just Carter speaking
at a news conference or something.
I'm
sure he wasn't speaking with this American.
The
American came back, and said that he would have his servant take me
somewhere safe.
*poems*
Lost In India Part I
I was thinking about India and
The white Brahman bull.
I was just standing around.
Wearing a colorful quilt.
When I turned around.
The Brahma bull was touching my nose.
Life's movements
Quickly move like that Brahma bull.
Attracted to colorful motion.
Suddenly it is here.
Life.
Death.
Romance.
Then I got onto the cart.
Being pulled by a different bull.
The dark Indian man lightly touched me.
Felt my ribs.
Wondering in silence.
Who was I?
Why so thin?
LOST IN INDIA
I walked & walked until my shoes fell off
When I saw green I jumped off the old train
When I hit the ground & rolled over I was
Surprised I was alive, I had bruises,
I walked into a medical clinic, they said I
Was ok & so I left, I had on my dark
Sunglasses, mysterious-looking dark stranger
Wandering, the sky got gray, the night got
Cold, it started to rain, I climbed onto a
Haystack to cover myself with straw, it was
a lousy idea, so I climbed into a small
Grain bin with a little roof & covered
Myself with corn meal, so warm & cozy, I had
on my dark sunglasses, I slept, I woke up,
It was a sunny morning, my dark sunglasses
Were gone, men were staring down at me & as I
climbed out of that warm corn meal heaven
Someone handed me my sunglasses, I was so
Relieved, I could see again, I started
Walking, walking, walking & my feet bled.
IT'S
ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES!
