Shambala

Shambala
 
I like to stand beneath the stars
on the road to Shambala
wild, dishevelled, totally free
pissing ‘neath the lemon tree.
 
There is no more pleasing sound
than someone piddling on the ground,
wide eyed, loose, totally free
like a surfer in the sea.
 
I held a star in my hand
Immediately I could understand
how beautiful you truly are.
on the path to Shambala.
 
 
 

22 thoughts on “Shambala

    • I think Ulle when you’re underneath the stars, by a lemon tree, and there’s a little light on in the laundry, and the night is mild, you’re out in the open, out with the universe; inspiration is very, very close 🙂 you don’t see this in creative writing manuals 🙂

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