missing the pacific northwest
chadwick
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(part I)...
the delicate ferns spread out like a virgin's heart
green not bloody red but the same in heart
earth's miracle
one of them anyway
and as mighty as a thousand swords compressed into tall trees each one
the ocean blue green
a dance floor for sea-life
a native people worshipped orcas carving masks & totems
literally a fog of mist carrying intelligence & beauty
damply rubbing down from mountaintop to driftwood littered beaches to nowhere vacant of magnificence
the air a pure taste of paradise if paradise could ever be as clean
all emeralds stop here & set up camp
all diamonds shine down when a rare sun is out
for the most perfect warmer months i've ever known in my life
now a cornfield yet again
the delicate ferns spread out like a virgin's heart
green not bloody red but the same in heart
earth's miracle
one of them anyway
and as mighty as a thousand swords compressed into tall trees each one
the ocean blue green
a dance floor for sea-life
a native people worshipped orcas carving masks & totems
literally a fog of mist carrying intelligence & beauty
damply rubbing down from mountaintop to driftwood littered beaches to nowhere vacant of magnificence
the air a pure taste of paradise if paradise could ever be as clean
all emeralds stop here & set up camp
all diamonds shine down when a rare sun is out
for the most perfect warmer months i've ever known in my life
now a cornfield yet again
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
her mouth motionless
no vibrations out to be heard
do you see our moon
sure i do
far off seperate lands
above yellow-orange our sky lake splashes home
every crater on her gives down believing
a faith deeper than water
fresher than new tears
tonight her candles lit themselves
somehow this sky invited herself down here into our love
together all cry
from the northwest across
forests dream
or die
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Sidenote: Have you ever eaten young ferns? They're delish. They look like shrimp to me and the crazy thing is they taste of the sea. Nice vegan sub.
nice!
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
down this path
torn, broken, lost & strung along
i have taken my own self away with teasing fallacies
with invalid living
my road never sheds or has been cleaned
i have not chased down my own time
but fought alone
the wall clocks all struggle against my body & mind
i am hung up alongside bleeding out
in lapse not renewed
my expiration tells of my shoes
no more decency
feeling within death arriving with me
all wildflowers sail juan de fuca
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Very much like the pacific northwest you talk about and miss greatly...
cooler weather systems
breezes heavily high
mild & crawling
still blue they are
or black as a cat's eyes
i will call the pacific northwest home again one day
fuck a bunch of i-five
traveling logging roads
thank you very much
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
tight & golden like a sometimes sunsky
i would relinquish all my pennies
run to the woods
find my favorite trees (which is everyone like a queen)
indoor grown feminine fruits
a tea party for me
sprinkle my life with gold satin
glossy eyes form with wine grapes as soon as clouds exhale their slower beauty
at sundown all stops open sins
sprinkle another amount
the fraction of living would be even if death were as open as the sun to the dark
sometimes in my room
as small as dust mites
my imagination moves like a man this taken away
ferns my carpet as silky as owls reliving dreams up high
scraping starbelts with their pains for humanity
they do touch us when winning against felled timbers
and in goodness speeding orcas blast the pipe home
they creep in
devouring my smoke
a single hit stolen
then cries from ancient spirits
the rain just pours down misplacing & rearranging thoughts
scattered across the floor like a tipped over file cabinet
while smoldering bone marrow
designs weapons against our own selves
this is earth cancer
and sometimes it is a shame
sometimes it is our songs
every move made is placed in her deep lungs underground
spinning & twisting with all of this (arms open wide) (eyes closed forever & soft)
can we get better
(part I)
i would allow myself to lay back
bring into a cup my ownness
hot tea would take in my rubbing fingers
as i drizzle fine golden satin
into nearly boiled liquid
something like a desert's fantasy
full color thriving inside balloons
the greatest tea party ever partied out
spinning vinyl up against fungus up against decaying conifers
gordon lightfoot humming the air
as if a great pacific wind
crossed & traveled forever just for us
but it's just the ceiling fan chain clanking about
& in this room
all red lights glow growing against our skin
again so tiny
the ashtray an endless land charred by losing every battle
while crows outside fade into pleasantness feeling no pain
this is when bones split hard
bones crack fast & last unlike fireflies thrown down into this ocean's vast expanse
here,
wide moves are slowed down
each slug the forest creates
balances our steps
our hearing
& our loves & dislikes
in this treehole sometimes shame is mine
other times this treehole gives rebirth
where we can have flight against this large canopy spreading out before our (feet &) mouths
this is where i taste
where my very own waterfalls build our home
when she is near all hummingbirds take care
where she falls our foliage catches her beautiful & shadow
her lips create massage
under mine are my finger tips squeezing for goddess curves on poetics
she leans in & down
all lights low themselves slow
with sailors sharing vision skies
these same clouds pass over giving us their stories
she is better than my pain
her's is rainbow silver
with a golden throat of hash
(part II)
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce