thee streamside companion & angler's frequent respite

treatise, pomes, fine etchings & lyrics re. and not re. flyfishing (with an angle)

Thursday, June 03, 2004

thee political song for jack mitchell to sing

we are columnar basalt.
we are sticks, wind, sunburn.
we are just sitting there

this camp has been declared.
"You are dead now, Crazyhorse,"
spoken right into the camera.

it lived up in those cliffs,
she said.
cutting a tomato on the
tailgate of a pickup


Anonymous Anonymous said...

get bent

8:36 PM  

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