i pull my boots on
& walk on down the hall . . .
i go gardenside
for lawn
for air
for the abyss above
& the girth below
i take a folding knife
to feel useful
to feel useful
to feel prepared
its titivating
its diy smoke & mirrors
& a poor shadow of our ancestors
its diy smoke & mirrors
& a poor shadow of our ancestors
can-do
tinder-box
flint & steel
rich soil psyche
i breath cbd fog
i breath cbd fog
everything hurts
i am out to pasture
i am out to pasture
in a hanging-in-there lawn chair
fox at my feet
food questions in his eyes
food questions in his eyes
photo - fox & chair from the Dagenham Archive
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