Tag Archives: rain

The scarecrow

Hey why don’t you
crop dessicate your family
with a smile on your face
hanging from the barn
we need it dry
we need it dry

Suit up
and get the mask
you gotta
spray the wheat
before it goes
before it goes


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The sough

   walking
barefoot
  thru the dirty
fungalfood morass
   for the fuck
of it

   why bother
with socks
   when you can
upkick reuptakes

   sounds like
a bell
   riding swaytree
mountain
                   wake

   but it’s eleven
thirtyfive
   a calmbrew

miscible
                lightwipe

   squeeze out
the blacksap
  and get on
home
   now
‘fore
   the drums
in the rain

Moth house

                                  Blacktailed bucks
                         stop stoic on the lookout
                             sucking on stems
             single file               does move
                                  thru the slow rain
                         drenches the oak hill
                                   manzanitas

What kinda poison was it

                  do they see me
                                 in here
                  with their stibnite eyes
                  smooth                dense
                  but they’re          empty
                                                 a pool of blood

It dissolves the exoskeleton
        and you eat it
                it’s in oranges                  you say as
                                                   you look
                                               out the window
nitrogen
        triple bonded
                 to a carbon 
                        and you fucking smoke it

              mudcovered feet
       the wind moves
                         thru the evergreens
                         dance
                         with a scalpel
                                     cloned
                                  a baby
                                               madrone

    some days
just hover
    like a point cloud

some days
    just chew
the fat

                  in the gulch
                                  we set
                   doing nothing
                    like it was the best thing
                               we ever done did

            then like a lava lamp
                      the surge of
                      electric nectar                   tingles
                                                                     bright
                                                             
                       the soft melting moon
                        glacier                              illumes

how cliché would it be if it
                                                 into the wick
                        immolation        skydiver
    ash                              on hardwood