come over here for a second, please.

The Mountain Man

I

he smelling sweetly
of sage rolling
and blowing
twisted working leaf
on branching
an utter wealth
light in fractals
dispersed, condensing.

in afternoon, a symphony
lush greening branching
listless ways

a song so softly sewn
but a wisp on palate-cheek

ask me again –
a call in the forest,
safety.

in naked dangling
bouncing from bough
to branch
and spent –
float and flutter down
a leaf kissed to loamy earth unmoving.

beauty, in it’s ways
stabbing eye sockets
boulder lawn trim
clipper ship
or hairy –
labirinthae, son of mortals, too keen,
a wisp of smoke
caught on the breeze




II

a poet
a fighter
both will show a noble toe
draw across the pond
ripples rising,
both are far too slow

the mountain man,
crying river
rumble boulder jungle
is better spent
than keeper clocks
keeping
brewing up a greeting
of sky and marrow
slender shaft of
moon delights the eye

rain will fall
upon his face,
a forest
matted tangle
moss and underbrush

beetle sideways on the limb
beetle, sandwich days goodbye
beetle lovely branch scratch
and live earth
caked on his toes

a dance for cloudscapes,
survival
lit a smudge of sage
crumbling dispositions
cast away

III

who will choose
cucumber-melon
body mist over
this sweet loamy creaking
bone sweat
earth rumble
tumbling on the lay?

tobacco drawings on his
flesh
dried up tension
shaken away

even shit,
his processes are
better
that that bottle.
an offer
I will have to refuse.

•§•fini.•§•

Short list of things I like doing:

spray-painting clocks
wearing plaid sleep-pants all day long
drinking ginger ale
gluing buttons to spray-painted clocks

discussing livery coulours
listening to Primus and enjoying the burning sensation of Pace 'hot' picante sauce at the same time

hitting buttons on my calculator randomly then hitting the clear key and laughing
pretending to be a physics major (see above...)
arranging push-pins on the board behind my desk and being to opposed to disrupting their
color patterns to actually use them

wearing ankle bracelets

inventing words like lippant or skrayler
discussing the finer elements of The Siket Disc

taxonomy worksheets
dissuading people from stacking things
breathing night air in great gulps

cutting out paper dolls of famous cosmic-doom metal bassists

making short lists of things I like doing.

GOODNIGHT AND A JOLLY FHATM'WA TO YOU