a beat won’t choose
a beat CAN’T choose
between the cheap wine and the warm beer
or the greasy burrito and one cent coffee

a beat can’t choose
a beat WON’T choose
among the subterranean friends and the vagrant lovers
or the vagabond life or the budhist style

so, as a beat i go along the crowded
gray cities’ sidewalks,
watching the faces, poems, bars
cars, roads, cats and dogs.

and in a wild, huge, warm beat hunger
i won’t choose, i can’t choose!
i will just embrace what karma brings me
and i won’t deny what my dharma made me.


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