Filaments of fungi & forbidden trespass
Stores of spores with no legal access
Gnawing constant fear of chatty children
Breaking the naked maple
Semi-silent peace of Raven Hollow
Idyllic hilly trails I daren't follow
At risk of pesky public prosecution
Or all hallowed hoary hallucinations
Of blazing burnt-butt bee-sting buckshot
& Wandering white-ass deer pellets
Not quite a longshot
Yank down nature's nasty nightshade
Staring out our dank murky windowmare
With a wild-eyed weary worn reflection
Of a dreary Dilaudid induced insomniac
& Sciatic frostbite static
No airy ambient rustle
Can reduce this rattled
Shattered stinging
Eternally
Internal ringtone
Drone.

 

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