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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