GEORGE VLADIMIR W. BIN GANDHI

GANDHI IN MY EAR

I stand on my own shoulder wearing a Gandhi mask
tell myself: you are the frying pan upon the flame
the Dustbuster upon the bespeckled road

there may be skidmarks between
the two buttock-lobes of your brain
but with courage you can continue

you are brave enough to sweep this floor
your hands on the end of sticks
you persevere through infinite dust

Big Guy, one day you will arrive at the white wall
the smooth cool of the white wall
I have swept the floor, you will say

I have swept the floor