if i were The Buddha

if I were the Buddha
I would fuck with perfection
I would sing puff the magic dragon

if you were The Buddha
would you live by the sea
frolic in the autumn mist
in a land called hannalee ?
would you ?
would you remember the words to
puff the magic dragon ?

but if you decide to sing
puff the magic dragon
on karaoke night at Mulligan’s
then I’ll belt out the tuba part
I’ll be right there with you
I will, I swear
even if its perfect

it’s all up to The Buddha
impeccable and piercing
triangulating the whole situation
including the tuba part
and the triangle
(ding . . .)

of course, the Buddha does this with all situations
even if the situation
includes twelve magic puff dragon parts
with full tuba and triangle, bells and glockenspiel
twelve, the actual number of parts
of any situation, any song
according to the laws of Bach, baseball, dim sum,
jurisprudence, physics
Yogi Berra and hanging chads
swinging richards and magic dragon puffs

if i were the dragon
if I were the Buddha
everyone would live long enough
long and fully and joyfully enough
to spend a night singing
puff the magic dragon
while being dragon puff magic

breathing low resounding blasts
from a fiery tuba
in between breaths
tap softly on the triangle
(ding . . . )
maybe a little off the beat
just to fuck with perfection





by the buddha boys