Everytime I hear Boy’s Latin

I used to take off
                                         running
      as fast as I could
                                                 across the street
                like I was running away
                                 from babylon

        down the hill
                                      to an entrance
            of the forest of Nisene Marks
   before the rest of the world
                                                       was awake
and the redwoods
                                        were mine
                                                                   all mine

                                a blue jay alerts

         sometimes foggy
                        blowing snot rockets
  the wild cucumber
                                       raspberries
                       and limegreen mosscovered
          maples

                            towering redwoods
                                       dripping with dew
the floor of the forest
                                 covered in xanthoparmelia
                    and clavarioids

        heavy breaths
                                              heavy footsteps

            dripping
                                                with sweat

plowing through
                               last night’s
                                                     spider webs

                     crossing stonewobbling cricks

    a deer’s vertebrae
  attached to a stick
                                    poking out from the mud
                                    like a ka-bob

it’s funny to think
                   of everyone I brought here

                                                  everything we did

                           running as fast
        as I could                                  
                                  to the top
  of the mountain
                              before the rest of the world
      was awake

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13 thoughts on “Everytime I hear Boy’s Latin

    1. pseudonymous Post author

      It’s kinda funny you say that, the lyrics to Boy’s Latin go: “Beasts don’t have a sec to think but, we don’t appreciate our things but” it is indeed good to remember

      Reply

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