April 6, 2015

#NaPoWriMo 2015 no.6

"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...
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
any right now, 
you have?
I'm all take again..."


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