India Haiku, Vol. 1

Vast India;
home of one billions souls,
twelve billion teeth

A rickshaw at night
plying calm and empty streets
honks at sleeping goats

Agra. Beautiful
as a slave maiden's bosom,
putrid as her stool

Bollywood movies
Much dancing and gibberish
but also wet shirts

Indian weather
hotter than a camel's ass,
wetter than fish pee

"Final price five hundred
rupees. Highest quality! ...
O.K., one hundred."

Great Faizabad
Abode of angels; blessed
with rich culture. NOT.

"What is your country?...
Blo Mi? Very good country,
many my friends there!"

A cricket match
"Three sixes this over!"...
Who fucking knows

"Excuse me sir, please
come to my silk shop, good price.
No? You like hashish?"

Clang clang clang clang clang
clang clang clang clang clang clang clang
clang. Hare Krishna.

What is that odor
on the afternoon breeze?
Surprise. It's cow shit.