muddy dumps
& soggy bottoms,
Wilderness,
detain me,
on the island
I can see
the maid land
Poetry
muddy dumps
& soggy bottoms,
Wilderness,
detain me,
on the island
I can see
the maid land
the task
at hand is
chasing
armadillos,
starlit drips
the brush
moonlit,
bent through
the hood
& fender
no, no,
not aware
of that
( )
on the
shoulder of
again
(1st & 8th)
insign-
ificance
doesn’t
dash so
I’ll rather
an unknown
as such
or else
the highway
conform
normal sea
suddenly
as it turns
aren’t we
where it was
(can that be)