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| "Elk Bath" A wildfire on the East Fork of the Bitterroot River on the Sula Complex in the Bitterroot National Forest in Montana, United States photo by John McColgan, U.S. Forest Service |
seeking a smoke and fire to go with...
poem, when I got back, I had
whiskey, Cointreau, coffee
ready to brace early April in silk slip
more cold air outside
keeps seeping inside
my old house, turns furnace
bellows toward night again...
I had opened the window
wanted the murderous world
to know my poem's
tender sharp velvet(s)
its unseen knives,
its thrown pies in eyes
its' skies full of what-have-you(s)
with such notions
as a return
on every investment
for pleasure
a giving poem...
my dealer called this variety
pineapple kush something or another
I didn't really need or want to know
it was sticky and sweet
made my basket complete at this underground
black market space exploration store and retreat...
when I am in a sufficiently
and artificially induced
low blood sugar orbit...
poem
can stake me
to munchies' badlands
I'll be mad for it then
wanting to consume
any and all costumed
digestible temporaries...
"so", I say to poem
"are you stoned",
"can you
surrender,
any right now,
you have?
Please,
I'm all take again..."
EJR ©
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