porcupine retribution no solution
wombat rehabilitation
excuses about the putting green
flags galling
earthquakes
general discombobulation between
the third and fourth dimensions
everyone carries something around they
wish they could just put down
and leave.
//
Nomadic daybreak in another key of intensity
as the retro-pines discuss
new vacation plans
usually other forests
not so much the beach
the shifting sands
the restless tides
the pines live more
to cling to
//
whipping my hair round and round in
the thin razor like wind
thinking a save might happen
if I'd stand at the right angle
and stop screaming at the top of
my lungs everytime th
lightning went in one ear and
out the other and
the golf-ball-sized hail pelted
my knees and ribs––
but then again a proper shave
might have to wait until
I'm back at the hotel
(if I ever get so lucky).
//
Lefty Moses, Croquet Boss, on the upper east side - no nonsense -
lots of attention to those thing-a-ma-jigs - and if stuff didn't come off
without a hitch Lefty would be up somebody's britches with a pair
of pliers and a lampshade (or a couple dynamite sticks) - no one
knew how or why he became so ruthless, some said it was due to the
DNA fragments he'd inherited from Atilla-the-Hun.
//
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