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VII
I swear with exhausted soul
I will only go
To the first bushes
Just to kiss Mary
Then head back to archive
After the joint is rolled
I open the door
Amerith perks up expectantly
From the other side
He came to answer
Mary's smell
No creature
Can smile like dogs
He knows
Tonight will be epic
His misunderstand'n
His fault
After the joint is smoked
I find myself discover'n
A new trail
A better trail
One year by 5mi of mountain
& I have something new
To discover each weekend
The frosted thickets
Pink in the moonlight
Like frozen strawberry milk
But this place is not sweet
Do not reveal yourself
The woods are never empty
Do not disturb the deer
Do not attract the lion
.
.
.
Karma hits like a bitch
From behind with a brick
You just got to take it
Cause that's how women work
.
.
.
A few months ago
I was kicked out of the jungle
By a tribesman with a machete
& Another with a rifle
Can I keep risk'n life
In the pursuit of adventure?
Or do I settle hustle'n
In one place?
Get fat while the get'n is good
I guess
God knows
Adventure'n only feeds you enough
To keep on go'n
.
.
.
My weapons are of
The Elite Grade
This machete built
Like a cleaver
Distinctly indigenous in structure
The heft of it
Would serve a butcher
Out in the Jungle
That blade served me well
Burst'n into the open
No longer lost & look'n back
Into that deep cylinder
2ft above the ground
Carved by the machete
My exodus like a drill
Envy would grip
The tribesmen
When they tested
Its decisive cuts
.
.
.
Most memories are
Of dramatic excitements
But now in my age
I wish to cherish
The savor of new mountainsides
Or the small trickles
Of pure springs
Mother Nature’s beauty
Is too emense to describe
I can only take away impressions
.
.
.
Green Bull
The shadow of
Relentlessness
-
This Friday
As many past
Up since morn
Work the day
Home to tinker
Blazed Up & Coffee brew’d
See’n the next sun
Till it well risen
.
.
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