to visit
my friend jimmy who is now
a buddha
like figure in an orange
bathrobe
doling out wise advice
to his followers
who can afford to fly
there, hire a sherpa and climb
the mountain.
dude, he says.
as i approach.
what up? glad to see you.
he has a pile
of books beside him.
eckhart tolle
and ghandi, david hawkins
dr. laura.
damn jimmy, you've come
a long way.
so what's the secret to life,
i ask him.
ahhh, he says. you've
traveled far
to hear this, but worth it
my friend.
the secret of life is to not care.
to not
give a fuck.
that's it?
pretty much, he says.
by the way,
did you bring an extra pair
of gloves,
it's cold as hell up here.
this wind never stops blowing.
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