Mountain Bones

The mountain stones run deep And cold, so old Like Jörmungandr’s bonesWaiting to rise And devour the world When their day comes

A Night to Remember

What a night spent Lusting, thrusting after Every cup to maintain The fame of playing our game Well into the predawn glare We care not at all For how we fare the morning After our midnight disasterHail to the glory, Spectacle, andStory

Diaspora

Theres no way I can fall down  out here on the ground and not feel like a clown, when play pals  are skipping stones and making tik tok videos, and I'm stumbling home half frozen solid with an eighth in my pocket. A little too stoned (I think I lost my phone). The owls are shooting …

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A Night in the Woods

They’ve come and gone Having spent their moment Huddled amongst the trees Just enough to slate Their memories but I remain to claim My time around the fire Gathering heat and finally Sleep hanging in the woods Until at light I make my flight Back to my house and home

Campout

The brook babbles And the fire flares along Singing the song Of solitude found In the wood