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yosemite Sep 2019
in a sweaty sanctuary
tech is pounding
arterial strobe through
the molly tracked
trails of our ***
i'm praying a priest and
a tangerine might
cure our hell of
billiards and bongs
in the white **** of light
we call night
written after the ball at the student union building
yosemite Jan 2019
one time i tripped like never before
and the jazz in my eyes could light fire
to the old couple’s balding heads next to us
in the mineral wells mcdonald’s

it was a missed opportunity
the tab was amazing
and at my peak, i felt that in each passing second
that great poetry bubbling in me

i didn’t write any, though
so you’ll have to deal with this ****
thanks, j.b.
epitome staph '17 '18
yosemite Jan 2019
body dripping sweat
gently kiss the bamboo mat
in chaturanga
yosemite Apr 2019
spinning through eliot circle
the wind gyrates above
flinging pink petals to my lips
4/8/2019 in pitch black field notes
yosemite Jan 2019
my oils will bid these
pages age
and the leather will stain
and we’ll invade iran
and shoot the kids
and i won’t be able to
write in this much longer
because the oils will ruin
the pages and our earth
written in rustico journal 27 december 2018
yosemite Jan 2019
what sad little fish
had lost faith in the ocean
and swam to the shore
written in rustico journal 4 january 2019
yosemite Sep 2019
salmon sing stream songs
when wet rain wash river stones
and mosses kiss the shore
written while sitting by the stretch of canyon under greenwood where the salmon lay their eggs on a rainy tuesday in september

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