A New Territory Of Smoke

What goes well with whiskey? Tree climbing and leaf throwing.  Wild wind.  A day of clouds in transition, rolled through the sky in serious cirrus visions. Climbing the Death Star Tower.  Countless murders of crows.  A town of trees stripped bare to bare crow fruit.

“What’s better than a caulking gun that shoots jerky?”

“Neruda is my metaphysical homeboy.”

Last week I slipped into my first coffin, invited by a multi-lingual dark goddess.  Half-lapsed, legs relaxed and sprawled- the man with the coke bottle pitchfork asked about bad dreams.  “I don’t have bad dreams.  Even the bad ones are good.”  He nodded yes.

Sippie Wallace 83 in ’82.  And what’s better than hearing “love you buddy” on the way out the door of your evening?  Such gingered firewater does not go unnoticed.  Blow wind, blow.

 

~ by sidereal on November 28, 2009.