Hunt

"Did you asschase?", asked Freddy.
"Last friday, drove down in the boxcar."
"Snatch?"
"Catch! A bird flying from the graveyard."
"Did you dine? or wasn't she hungry?"
"Starved"
"Shite"
"Ate all the trimmings"
"Deeper and deeper"
"Born again if I'm shitting."
"Get a Gideon cause Cliff caught your sorry act."
"You're riding me? Split!"
"Fart, fart, fuck'in farter. On the prowl again? Uh. Some hunter."

Poisonous Mushroom

In a forest green, a woodland lush,
a mushroom I heard of I thought to crush
But I let the task to another or botanist
Today, the world has been blown to bits

Busy

I'm too busy
way to busy
far to busy

Et tu busy?
Yes, I'm busy
too too busy?
No, but busy

Bought busy?
Just busy
Just?
Busy. Real busy.

Seder

Dry winds blow
The last clouds fly by
Blowing, disturbing kicking up the sky

Hot sands flow
My feet stepping by
Sweeping, drooping wondering why

Boiled water purges
over cracks and seams
Seeking smothering the unseen

Wood snaps and crackles
a hot flame burns in the lights
Scalding decaying, administering last rites

Feather light we check
Admonish that we did forget
Explaining, feasting and now it is all set

Cool winds blow
Retreating clouds sing
Ushering out the last crumbs of spring

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