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Ultralight Gear
02:24
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as soon as the motors thaw
I'll settle for as far as I can:
gothics mountain
just for a few days.
typed out a spreadsheet,
to assess what I can carry:
a canteen, a headlamp,
a 1-person tent.
who else could bear
what I care about
getting out
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(((hoping nothing happens)))
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Friend Forecast
01:23
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6-hour drive with an old friend
I don't really like.
northbound & stubborn,
this weekend's trouble.
I wonder if he drinks too much.
I wonder if I expect too much.
I want to walk in the woods for a weekend
with nobody asking how I feel.
I'm fine, I guess.
fuck you for asking.
thank you for being a friend.
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no one here except me, my old friend, a drink, and a drunk
nostalgia aside, in this case, this isn't a good thing
took my order, hopped in his car, and drove into the mountains
hungry dreams of home-style, mints with the check
nostalgia aside, in this case, this isn't a good thing
here for the usual
feels like the 80s
a place that time forgot
next time, I will keep driving
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Pack/Unpack
02:25
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out here I feel a different
kind of tired & hungry
for something else.
so if the weather's bad
I'll keep driving up.
cause in the rain
I make the same mistakes.
look in the dirt
a bed will leave a trace.
asleep on mud
with the rest of what's rotting
and all that's alive.
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The Wild Center
02:24
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the pines turn to posterboard
the bears speak like doctors
at a psychology conference
there's a cedar in the shower
and all my friends
are asleep on the floor
and there's someone else
I know I brought home
but she's running for the door
who is she?
just the wind in the night
picking up where I left off
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Bog Shoes
00:34
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Black Flies
03:18
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my skin is torn, bruised & stung.
this state's a bed of parasites,
a puddle of wings
made to find me.
how useless trying <> conversations don't get far
to get away <> black flies love it when we talk.
the wild center <> three days & how far I walked
is just my breath <> just to end up where I am.
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9. |
The Factory
00:59
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(((a place for families that drive Camrys and go to Disney)))
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Cities
02:31
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so many windows
gazing in darkness
i'm headed back
to another apartment
the boxes of records
that litter the doorway
the 9 to 5 &
the fruit left rotting
overnight
but when my cell phone
gets back in service
there's no one I feel like calling.
i'm way too sleepy & filthy
I can't wait to see the shower
& bed waiting for me.
though I feel happy,
when things got messy
I meant it when I said I'd stay out.
but ain't it pretty?
the moonlit city
a canyon studded
with open windows
and only one of them is mine.
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