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Mosquito
I've lost the taste for the highs and lows
the hard journeys of the mind
that could twist it to a torus,
a bland and slow ghost
of that danger that was once my poetry.
Mountains crumble over slow years.
Moss consumes the trees
trees the earth
earth the bones.
Even ivy, in time takes the whole house.
I fear I'll end
ripening in this town without passion.
Human chemical, peyote ingested
entwined with my mind once
when two of us, seekers
and three migrant Mescalero,
orange pickers that we'd met,
dropped-out as deep as we could go
in a swamp near Arcadia.
Before we'd even built a fire
the mosquito took the lead.
They had a lesson for us, unfettered
by questions, rituals or soul searching.
In them the purpose of all life
was transparent, holy
repulsively corporeal.
Pinned down by darkness and peyote
the thicket was a tumult of tiny predators.
Some oranges helped our sickness.
We slept a bit at daybreak,
and we did find our answer finally
walking back to town
sunburned, filthy
covered with blood.
Everything living has a hunger.
If you linger too long in any place
it will eat you.
the hard journeys of the mind
that could twist it to a torus,
a bland and slow ghost
of that danger that was once my poetry.
Mountains crumble over slow years.
Moss consumes the trees
trees the earth
earth the bones.
Even ivy, in time takes the whole house.
I fear I'll end
ripening in this town without passion.
Human chemical, peyote ingested
entwined with my mind once
when two of us, seekers
and three migrant Mescalero,
orange pickers that we'd met,
dropped-out as deep as we could go
in a swamp near Arcadia.
Before we'd even built a fire
the mosquito took the lead.
They had a lesson for us, unfettered
by questions, rituals or soul searching.
In them the purpose of all life
was transparent, holy
repulsively corporeal.
Pinned down by darkness and peyote
the thicket was a tumult of tiny predators.
Some oranges helped our sickness.
We slept a bit at daybreak,
and we did find our answer finally
walking back to town
sunburned, filthy
covered with blood.
Everything living has a hunger.
If you linger too long in any place
it will eat you.
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