( me / via )

Gumbyworld punk duck.

Lost while writing is the best lost.

Backyard.

      "death in flavor town"

   thin crescent
crawly-mawly
   staring back
down mountain steps
   dust gathers
in each gully
   moon spirals
closer to span
   & i ask
in my eyrie
how far along Crazy Horse

   sat on plains
of sere grasses
   learning time
tempered by calm
   sea bed once
where flukes bandied
   groan epics
& attitudes
   as ours will
theirs wore away
how far along Crazy Horse
how far along

In war-ravaged Portland, detailed oil painting, salvador dali.