“that is the road to the north, and therefore, to __, and if I had the wings of a dove, that way would I fly for comfort”
(de Quincey, Confessions of an English Opium-Eater)
there is no away
to turn to
(Ric Caddel)
1.
Leftover Lunch through town,
I Melt With You.
In Central everyone looks so sexy
it’s good I’m leaving town
And on the Pike
in the cooler, something
smells already
(New spell: Wave
of Mutilation.)
Empty mind
(not really)
going 80 under
(not really)
empty skies
pretending I’m in love
with no one in particular
Entering NY
skies clouding, in
coming clouds seeing
fat bottomed girls
(and it starts to rain)
Halfmoon
Stillwater
Burnt Hills
Round Lake
Warrensburgh:
The New Way
The Grist Mill
MEAT STORE OF THE NORTH
Heck of a Pizza
Dinosaurs & Noah’s Ark Exhibit Inside
Warrensburgh Assembly of Goo
“Welcome to the Mountains”
Hidden River—
“eggs so fresh you want
to slap the hens”
2.
45 degrees overnight
baking in the sunrise
stumbling to the cabin
quiet lake, chilly shade
loons tuning up
camphone
pictures
of the lake,
a hint of wireless
surprising/
disturbing
(rare call
from Bill, Uncertain Time
will come
before school
“how’s it there?”
“end of summer,
always bittersweet”
“I guess it is”)
Scrambled eggs, radish greens
horseradish cheddar, bacon, plenty
of Crystal (a Southern hot sauce
that is both cheap
and weak), lemon
ginger tea, blueberry muffin
from the country store,
“old fashioned root beer candy”
(contains HFCS)
shorts & a hoodie
too cool to swim
Under the milky way tonight
there are skulls in the stars
(The Church)
(Robert E. Howard)
Copyright © Aaron Tieger, 2015.
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