Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, me and
the sexy foxcat have just returned from a mountain, sleeping beneath the stars and a full (howl) moon…so healing.
We’d wake before sunrise and sit together drinking chai tea. There’s love still in those eyes and it gets me funny in my belly.
I got to grips with an earth dome…chicken wire…nails and a hammer….and done me a turn at some plastering too…
…while our bossbuddy cooked us some beans real slow and made a yum chili, which we ate in a wooden cabin on a wooden table, giving me the feeling of The Good, The Bad and The Ugly or any other Spaghetti Western (Sergio Leone’s mostly)….
And I ate slow, waiting to be called ‘Blondie’ by a man with a moustache and a gun, but it never come, so I jumped in the back of a pickup truck, which took me bounce jamming down dusty country roads, where blackberry bushes seduce deers~but really who’s doing the
nibbling?…
To a creek and some rapids with folks jumping in off rocks and us
stripping down and slipping in the cool, woah! that’s cold, slipping up to the knee cap…the bushwah…the armpits…the hair and boiacka! submerged and floating!
The sexy foxcat teaches me to tread water and some cutie called Amelie
says, “Let’s swim!” The sexy foxcat answers, “She’s learning,” Still, I reckon I know the basics and proceed to doggy paddle over with a big splash and puffpuff of energy.
On the other side, I feel my body shake and my heart rattle, with
clammy hands tight around my rib cage like a prisoner shaking iron bars. It doesn’t stop. Thankfully. My heart goes on… But my body is floppy and sad sack sloppy and somebody mentions a hike and points to steep distant hills and my heart screams let me out!!!!!!! My eyes feel like they’re beating outta my face…and my fat, drunk, drugdazed tongue slurs stutter spits something about sitting the fuck down….
…And wait, aren’t we supposed to be at peace?…No, you fuck, that’s the
circle, the contradiction, the constant flip, we’re always searching for change and rest. Haha, motherfucker! What a ride! What a trip! My head is spinning, it’s a song, it’s called Dizzy…
…I’m back to back with the sexy foxcat by water on the rocks, sitting like
soldiers in Vietnam without the camouflage…we aren’t statues made of stone, we’re flesh and bone, god damn you all, WE FEEL, WE MOVE. Mr Jones, a dreadlocked hippie kid fresh outta Guatemala builds rocks into Mayan temples and sits worshipping his green God (not envy).
And later, much later, the dry leaves rustle with some midnight creature
exploring above them….the stars twinkle immaculate…the she~moon shines waiting to drop, explode ….and the pine tree stands tall and pointy in front of me as I lay sprawl stretching out and wonder about the wonders of nature…fuck me! That tree is high, it towers, it’s fucking huge and it comes from a tiny little seed….it don’t need no support beams coming out at angles from the ground up….fuck me, marvel, marvel and I breathe the cool night air and hear the distant coyote cry and she kisses me and wiggles in close to me and I feel her heat and I know tonight I’ll smilesleepsound.
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