On Tuesdays

 

A big truck came and took the trash

and played me a song

on crystal cups in the cabinets

Reminds me of elephants

communicating long distance

We are all here now

 

 

 

Woke up barely in the a.m. from spring

from singing birds

from new, young, unexampled

Realized barely in that a.m.

that's baby mice in wall peep-peeping

behind my head

the position of which

the positions in which

matter. Grey

& white neurological twister knots

How curious

 

 

O & A

 

If when in town

you hear a loud

raw AAAAAAAAAAAAAh! x2

splitting the air

trying to indent the mountain

on way to sway trees to the ground

know: it's me losing my shit

it's me letting go

Just me on the porch

practicing for the greatest

Ahrgasm

 

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Rite of passage

 

The night was moving

to the rite of passage

(that's south for me)

unveiling spectrums

that take the breath away

Life rejuvenated

took one more swim

with creatures so unseen

but felt in the meridians

Daydreaming now

in a majestic place

of awe and deep deep mmhm

 

 

Where you goin'

 

Crestone to Alamosa behind the wheel

seems so straightforward

But I traveled extra

In every sporty car going over 80 past me

I listened to their music and

laughed and loved the road

with them

All the lifted four by fours

stole me shamelessly

Their snorkels taking in dreams of summer

grand adventures into the wild wild human heart

I got in

I will always