Tuesday, October 4, 2011

riding a weedwacker, noise-wise

mingling god of a feeling
from one sunny day to the next autumn shift
spiraling focus of infinity, anxiety, calmness
thickly woven
rolling around marbled meat and fat

o and leaves and lives bark burnt off trees
and mucus membranes
health like boils on the butt and fungus
light spots on a bloated gut
pallid hollowed bug eyed bonfire of an existence
acrid aftermath of a revolution that has not gone sad
only turned to show the underside
the great turkey molt of our times