then and now
state police Headlights and an engine-- you bristle like a live wire, into brambles over trailside ridge scamper slipping-- shut it, man!-- like a Horse exhaling terror into frost, Motor bites its tongue and low beams capsize into humid night. Eyes dim, woods dark, two Boots on the ground. Get real friendly with the soil while bats scatter, crickets strike it up allegro vivace-- "A Waltz For Hands Soon Bound"-- tremor tight with stand of timber till Mess of wax of bones, you cling to dirt and it will cling to you! When branches overhead flash pale; when boots flank, circle, wait below; when nightstick knocking skull in supplication: "I did not choose this risk for kicks!", good mother hears and over blood-beat ears go footsteps fading, gravel kicking scatter hooves-- shit!-- three whack-a-mole pops and parsonage windows flicker yellow buzzards book it over dewy field and duck into the truck, cut crooked course in sidestreets back down south of town to comfort of confusion. You craned your neck around to see Rear window, shook your head, and said: "Well, damn, I'll bet that bastard took our plates" skunk cabbage skunk cabbage peeks up purple through damp dirt and past the boardwalk peepers tune to chords. though winter thaws, swamp waters, ghost-white trunks move not a muscle, soak in kiss of spring.
besides my actual job, it’s a full-time job just to sort through war machine propaganda and plan a wedding.. so haven’t got as much done as I’d like.. but here’s this anyway. i could definitely see it undergoing some edits later. “about” page updated a bit too. thanks.