Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

now lets see
how does one compute
his courage
I wonder aloud

my friend tells me
it ain't wilderness my friend
'less there's a critter out there
than can kill you and eat you

and the theory of relativity
is a burden my shoulders
are okay with so far, but how
much further to the next town

and I without a twelve gauge
dancing like a fool in the trees
of the black bear, hoping these
teeny branches at the tip-top

will hold Me, but not him.

nicely put together

haha. reminds me of an old jerry reed song my dad used to play a lot, "the preacher and the bear." i forget how that one ends though, oddly enough. suppose i'll have to google it now. interesting juxtapose of road rumination of a sort with "comic frontier plight"...

dang- bear got ya up a tree there?

The poem creeps upon you aided by random distractions—an ancient haiku rustles the underbrush, a childhood memory breaks for a moment into the clearing. You think you sense a poem out there, lurking in the hot and hazy afternoon. No . . . it’s nothing--and you look away. Stray not far from the metaphor. Remember this as fangs sink into your head, and you fall before the ambush, the threads of your guts scattered over the ground for you to write.

You bend and twist under the assault, wonder which crunch and tear will be the last. Soon ideas are circling about, little fiends watching from outside the perimeter while insatiable creative force feasts.

In the end, nothing is left but some bones committed to a peculiar arrangement vaguely marking your fall and the few words you gleaned from your drying tripes.

pretty awesome

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