flare
flare

walking out the crinkles

from the bandage

over the welded stitches

that were not meant to dissolve

but they insisted

pulling at the seams

would build trust

drowning in the ditches

drowning in flaming rust



19.06.10


Why did I do it?
Why did I do it?

why did i do it?

I did it for Love*

Falling in

Tumblin’ down

Falling out

chin on the ground

Look at me now.

Looking out

climbing the backside

of this crest

summiting across breast

stroking the stream

hydrating an old romantic

dream

I had

once.

But once.

was

enough to fill this

chalice of limestone

for a minute

while I learned

to dance again

in it.

now

my my my feet

tap slash slog

from nightfall

til morning fog

through the dew

matte memories

stand

few

now

knew

every thing

is new.

turquoise

Life

blue

salt

shining

hue

out of gas
out of gas

eight pm

ran out of gas

greeted the sun by the ghost on the shore

stuck

around some more

cleaned the shore

gleaned some more

raced home to open house for tour

gleaned some more

meet a few other open doors

grabbed this moon

swoonin soon

swoonin pink

on hue

on blue

but ran out of gas

busted ass

fell flat

dulled

matte

Husk
Husk

the Dude loves his mirror

damn near as much

as I adore

the number of petals

converging like husk

coveting and doting

seeds sun flowers

before the sprout

before the shoot

calling for the sun

leaning into water

soaking every moment

star struck at the silence

leaning into the sun

stuck on the silence

between bees

green pharma
green pharma

b...

there’s a rhythm to a good hike

a slapping, a flapping

of the wings of the forest

the pulse constricting

the pause and the ponder

the deeper the wander

the more bound the grip

until that shift in light

that lift of wind

easing in an open door

out of the forest

and onto the open sky floor

that architecture

of nature

selling dope

forever

amore



19.06.06.

Black Crest Trail, NC 

Memorial Day Eve 2019

approaching the 37th hour backpacking backcountry   


the green room
the green room

the green room

no more wasting time

in the waiting line

soaking

in the green room

of this wasted mind

saturated

and fat

from wearing someone else’s hat

into the green room

7 days flat

dropped the bag

dropped the act

deep in the woods

to find where it’s at

line of sight
line of sight

in the air

above it all

used to the fall

from climbing

so high

so fly

so tall

above it all.

it takes the grey

aloofness of solitude

head in the cloud

dew on the brow

in-between what is rain

and lightning

to fully appreciate the silence

of the view

of the breath

awaiting you

just around the bend

across the top of ridge

that once was ocean floor


outermost edge
outermost edge

 

it takes the grey

aloofness of solitude

head in the cloud

dew on the brow

in-between what is rain

and lightning

to fully appreciate the silence

of the view

of the breath

awaiting you

just around the bend

across the top of ridge

that once was ocean floor

IMG_5477.jpeg
Blue
Blue

to know the tender softening curves of the underbelly and dimples of the clouds of blue ridge,

of this most ancient mystic ridge ...

is nectar

is molasses

is sorghum

and blossom

flare
Why did I do it?
out of gas
Husk
green pharma
the green room
line of sight
outermost edge
IMG_5477.jpeg
Blue
flare

walking out the crinkles

from the bandage

over the welded stitches

that were not meant to dissolve

but they insisted

pulling at the seams

would build trust

drowning in the ditches

drowning in flaming rust



19.06.10


Why did I do it?

why did i do it?

I did it for Love*

Falling in

Tumblin’ down

Falling out

chin on the ground

Look at me now.

Looking out

climbing the backside

of this crest

summiting across breast

stroking the stream

hydrating an old romantic

dream

I had

once.

But once.

was

enough to fill this

chalice of limestone

for a minute

while I learned

to dance again

in it.

now

my my my feet

tap slash slog

from nightfall

til morning fog

through the dew

matte memories

stand

few

now

knew

every thing

is new.

turquoise

Life

blue

salt

shining

hue

out of gas

eight pm

ran out of gas

greeted the sun by the ghost on the shore

stuck

around some more

cleaned the shore

gleaned some more

raced home to open house for tour

gleaned some more

meet a few other open doors

grabbed this moon

swoonin soon

swoonin pink

on hue

on blue

but ran out of gas

busted ass

fell flat

dulled

matte

Husk

the Dude loves his mirror

damn near as much

as I adore

the number of petals

converging like husk

coveting and doting

seeds sun flowers

before the sprout

before the shoot

calling for the sun

leaning into water

soaking every moment

star struck at the silence

leaning into the sun

stuck on the silence

between bees

green pharma

b...

there’s a rhythm to a good hike

a slapping, a flapping

of the wings of the forest

the pulse constricting

the pause and the ponder

the deeper the wander

the more bound the grip

until that shift in light

that lift of wind

easing in an open door

out of the forest

and onto the open sky floor

that architecture

of nature

selling dope

forever

amore



19.06.06.

Black Crest Trail, NC 

Memorial Day Eve 2019

approaching the 37th hour backpacking backcountry   


the green room

the green room

no more wasting time

in the waiting line

soaking

in the green room

of this wasted mind

saturated

and fat

from wearing someone else’s hat

into the green room

7 days flat

dropped the bag

dropped the act

deep in the woods

to find where it’s at

line of sight

in the air

above it all

used to the fall

from climbing

so high

so fly

so tall

above it all.

it takes the grey

aloofness of solitude

head in the cloud

dew on the brow

in-between what is rain

and lightning

to fully appreciate the silence

of the view

of the breath

awaiting you

just around the bend

across the top of ridge

that once was ocean floor


outermost edge

 

it takes the grey

aloofness of solitude

head in the cloud

dew on the brow

in-between what is rain

and lightning

to fully appreciate the silence

of the view

of the breath

awaiting you

just around the bend

across the top of ridge

that once was ocean floor

Blue

to know the tender softening curves of the underbelly and dimples of the clouds of blue ridge,

of this most ancient mystic ridge ...

is nectar

is molasses

is sorghum

and blossom

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