Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Poem at Kodachrome Basin

Of men and greens and
Greater things:

Kodachrome king.
In life I'm used to the finer things:

Mustard greens and lettuce fresh
From the garden,

Fresh eggs from
The hens.  The bare essentials:

Conscious of my blessings,
A good read,

Proper gear
For camping, no jealousy.

The ghost alone will whisper,
Such gallantry.

No cell-phone,
No distractions, Escalante Canyon,

Checking faces for beards, see
Mormons and

Laugh among us,
We are outsiders in a strange gust.

Transmutation of lust, property
And urgency.

No peacock
Among us, I am a rock,

I am an Island, let no-man
Stay cold,

Although,
I am guilty, for Ulysses

Was ill-prepped for the trip,
Tonight will

Be diff.
Obstinate diffusion of my ship,

My mind, I captain it,
I don't give in,

Hermetically sealed,
Quicksilver kid, panning for breath.


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