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Us

The last thing he saw was a rolling
paper made out of rice stuck in
a spiderweb beneath the

what was he even looking at exactly

would have been peeled back in layers
undetected until fully rooted down below
this connection establishes itself
during which it’s transferred

We’ve been lucky that most not only
don’t notice but they don’t even try to exploit
our own vulnerabilities in the wormway
under the cover of darkness the necessity
of sleep it’s not perfect but it’s working

This one wakes up without the alarm going off
so we never know if he’s awake or what
& there’s been complications
more incidents of portal breaching
with clear signs of recall signatured
we think some of them have seen us

I bet it’s warm like a bonfire
    a proximity that ripples out
  shines brighter on a map or mind
  a sea of flesh & fluids seamlessly
         intertwined tesselating from above
        there’s something about us
                     that you need
               like you’ve been here 
                or like you’re never
                       coming back




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Craterellus cornicopioides

I had a vision
while everyone
was sleeping
that I would find you
where the redwoods
met the madrones
I was to go there
alone
six years ago
with my perforated
medicine
water bottle
backpack
two paper bags
and some grapes
I must have rolled
a joint ripped a tick
off taking a piss
the old Winchester shells
rusted relics
for tarantulas
the hours walking
down trails
through manzinita
tunnels sweating
in the light
in the shadows
of the giants
honing in
on the rise in
blood pressure
the spores
in the dirt
                  It was right when
I had decided to go home
that I looked down
deep in the woods
and saw the dusty
black brain
beckoning
to be picked
before the years
of drought
that held them
down


The river

Cold tea
     crystal honey
            on the cabin’s sill
the atmospheric
         river pours
now
        the rivers
                           are rising
some are headed
                             for lower ground
six feet of snow
                            the avalanches
                                                        thundering down
deer scatter
                      galloping 
their prints
                     zig zag
                                  by the rising
the neverending
                              river fed intravenous
from the skybled
                               erosion
                                              we wear
the slick clay
                         mudsweat
                                             of the land slipping
the wet
              roaring wind
                                      of time filtered
wayhigh
                up above
just sway withit
                             leafbearded
                                                   bramblebustled
backwooded
                        ‘n’ mosstoothed 

The seeking

               I heard this poem
        on the radio
           they were playing
                                              drum and bass
    the death was alive
and a sitar looped
in explanation
                                                        as the broadcast
              faded                                            into white
                          reflecting
                                                                      off the hills
                                       something new
something different
                 a womans voice
                 a transaction
                 a program
                                                       to pay her rent
      and persuade us

I wanted the tabla
            copy and pasted
       over everything
                                                 the prison in Folsom
                                     folded up
like an origami guffaw
                                                        burning
                  on the bronzegreen bridge
                                     far above the things
                                surfacing to scope
                                      the ample flakes of ash