what I'm actually doing is hanging out next to Lewis and Clark
there's some little Indian kids and stuff
looks like they're treating a fish for some chestnuts
you can always tell Luis, he's the one hanging back
with a raccoon fur ahead
and Clark pointing
and the other guy pointing, too
they've all got on these crazy friend you jacket
the friends hanging down
of their bronze arms
I'm going to miss the way
of the Great West
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11 August 2013
18 May 2013
I was due today
there's a bull somewhere inside of me
a taurus bumbling around
I'm sitting on the rock by the cabin
crept up the mossfilled footholds
tips of moccasins mashing the wet needles
slip off tread slide down.
we used to climb up here & we'd eat huckleberries
cutest thing we ever did
we did a good job
fell asleep in rain windows layers in
cotton silk wool cotton wool
distrustful black hoodie,
it's chilling out and
we live on the mosquito plains
but I'm a rockform
tearing up tearing down the mountain
like all the other pretended birthdays ever
a weather inappropriate watermelon beer in a colder that reads,
I'm still hot but now the hot comes in flashes
what is virtue
what are justices
I wish I had a dictionary or a diary
I wish I was another call
I found the face.
it's chilling out
on the mosquito plains
fashion models taking some shots here
denim + bronze
when I'm a typographer in the future
I will design my own font
that only gets used
for my boutique's logo
but it will be patented
and it will make me billionz
I'm an earth mother
not a Typist
especially since being always
on the lichens, in the moss
swatting mosquitos
pretending we were plains
but I wasn't born today, or yesterday
there was just a broken heart drawn on my mother's baby-calendar
followed by 5 days of things like,
this baby won't get out of me
I'm tired
I'm done
this isn't working
I can't do this anymore
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