We will wring out the ****
from our towels by hand
and walk wandering naked
down George slapping each mailbox-

-with our hands and rhythm with our toes
We will eat dirt and climb bark in park
at night swell to the full moon’s rising
and hang in cocoons ‘till dawn.

We stayed up all night
smoking pie sticks
in evergreen fields
and up the tallest trees

The snow caught us by surprise
and we were forced to flee
into surreal falling darkness
where no man gets out alive