#81
Despite warning and advisory
i trailed to my sanctuary
there's no serpents
or danger here,
just a cool river
to read beside.
#82
Battery screaming,
the sky engulfed,
my ears, sweet bleeding,
heart palps pulp
waving cacti silhouettes
bless our manic parade,
the sought for ingredients
for a Thursday evening.
#83
Thank my sweet senses
for waking in the night
as the bandits be hunting me
searching with their lights,
cover in the bushes,
rolling within the thicket
guard dog once a foe to me
neither friend of my enemy
he sang flee flee
wasn’t so bad, the time to rise,
had time to appreciate the stars and sunrise
#84
Worst day of hitching,
that’s no joke.
Called it early, chilling
at a fire department, just
removed a thorn from my
foot. Good lord, the relief.
It’s a good thing there’s
tomorrows to fall back on
and that my sunburns turn
to tans, and that i screened
my nose so i’m not clowning
again. Shit day. Shit poem.
i’m fucking hungry
and pocket poor.
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-Mr. Write