Trapped by Habit

the highest thoroughfare of deer is near water
especially low lying cricks
arriving in the boondocks by the river
man's gonna lie stupid with the shivers
smokin' in the moarnin'
fishin' boat waits
definitely gonna be gator today
season cold but sunny
risk is funny
fellahs've been on stiff Sabbaths
boat drops in the muddy                                    
                        DUMP
ripped in the past from ripped cleats to walnuts
stepped and tripped and found the shuck
and there's dem boots
balls clatter on hard wood
can you feel the plumber watching
steppin' trippin' blockin'
turning us all into food for clutches
boat sloshes boat sloshes
against stream
paddling alone is a daydream
swerving around looming limbs
brash circus with nothing trimmed
mucky muck gives a constant flirting glance
see the trampled brush
cracked and centered clear land not far
haven't had venison in weeks
boat pulled sun creeping near noon
attitude doesn't exist in the senses for a hunt
teeth picked too soon
it's guaranteed every day
someone's going to die before brunch
guess Bambi's only huggin' cliché's tonight
kiss my kites in the breeze
'bout a mile into the woods now off the crick
crouch down no piss in the wind of man's scent
lunges heavy breathe deeply soft
think about how many cryin'
not lonely here with the trees
covered in brown and green                      
almost lying knees crooked underneath
do you hear that
thanks dear it's only deer
only have knife
so many of a few tracks through here
perhaps man
                    a few deer
                                    rest gators
they often fight in teams
I can feel the softness of the steps
oh my this dear I'm hungry
and for a second nothing's crying
the buck was never afraid
rack hits the ground and man tastes blood

An M.E.L. poem