Take a big mouthful
of sluggish mud river coursing
through the forest. Surround
us with stumps and
heaven tossing trees, un-
happy twisty grasses in the
soil, tendrils and vines
hanging 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 just 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 willy billy
nilly, fill each other with birdseed
and peeled grapes.