Take a big mouthful
of sluggish mud river coursing
through the forest. Surround
yourself with stumps
& heaven tossing trees, un-
happy twisty grasses in the
soil, tendrils and vines
Strung with fruity nooses and plaid suspenders.
Can you hear the forest demons
run skittering forlorn and un-
hinged in the leafy brush? Can you see them
hack and hew the emerald trunks?
How quick they advance, like infantry
humping their way while
we innocents wander through all stupid
and swing arms in fellow feeling hearing
only a cacophony of song. Dance
us through the sliced diced
woods, let us nibble at foliage
let us fill each other with birdseed
and peeled grapes.