dead cowboy in miami
i started the year
traveling in india
and finished the year in miami
strange to say
i learned the same lesson
in both places
selling art on the street in front of art miami
and that is
poverty is everywhere
india was poor externally
but has a rich vibrant myth
and a kind heartedness
and compassion that jars your sense
of priveledge, entitlement and circumstance
selling outside art miami
in miami
i saw some nice art
but ran into
the other face of poverty
an internal poverty
that disguises itself in the external world
with expensive cars, blackberrys, condos
and a snobby entitlement that
was as nasty
as the sweaty humidity of florida
my hippie painting from miami
it took awhile
for me to realize what i experienced
but eventually i realized
poverty has two faces
one is ignorance and the other is hatred
i saw ignorance in india
and hatred in miami
and thay are the same thing....
both experiences reflect a poverty
one inner and the other outer
delhi 2008
its a strange feeling to realize
you are
intolerant about tolerance
delhi 2008
i missed the mountains of new mexico
while gone
and strangely enough
found myself wanting to go back to india
as i learned something there
that was horribly beautiful
that i could never learn
in the US
