Thursday, December 14, 2017

bonfire in drizzle (1995)



my sight and scent obscured to coyote
as i shat on plywood shitter
a stubby tailed  thirty feet away
behind a tree
i jumped up as humanly quiet as possible
went peering about-----gone.
ghostlike, leaving me clutching TP,
pants about the ankles

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i like to crap outside
wipe and walk
versus cash and carry
no flush roar waste

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intent on bonfire in daylong drizzle
i haul half rotted trunks
&prune boingy pinelimbs
w/an old hatchet
bout to lose his head

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romance does it this way
to insure seeds
get cracked open

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hiked further up dry creekbed
thru mossed oakgrowth
&happened upon a tributary, shhhhh
not yet pilfered of carnelian,
agate, petrified woods,
every so often a glowing blood orange eye
looking out from otherwise
drab& earthy collander

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no date no clock no media
to hamper
sunflow,
only stones
becca and i throw
upon ourselves, each other
upon, forcing meditative explorations
of deer trails
aligned with stellar geometry

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surreal snugly balanced in
backpack, coffee is straining, ma
out hiking or inside with annetta
quiet         as wind cuts
smoothly o'er rock
bare dripping


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