A Hardy Soul

it takes a hardy soul
it takes a hardy mind to build a cabin
far in the north woods
board upon board
nails split the timbers through
hands crack
fire flickers in a black stove
cold blue light of night
still air of the sun
no words spoken
shifted frozen time resonates inside your head
soon the plane will signal their return
you pick the flag from the twisted brambles
snow to your shins
the fire calls for your return
white light and blue
soon you grow immune

The wings of a snow white dove...

The Beetle

women in skirts along a dusty road
children in knickers playing with a beetle
men in rickety trucks taking their iron forged equipment down the road
the trucks moan
the woman wave goodbye
the men eat dust
the children provoke the beetle
the beetle is angry
the beetle escapes at night
the men descend from fields to forest
they drink whiskey by a campfire
the beetle walks into the woods
the women listen for news reports on a transistor radio
they pace during the night
the men rise at dawn
the children dream of the beetle
the beetle feeds it young
the women hang clothes on the line
the men never return
the air is still

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Zombies and my pillow

Sleepin, sleepin, don't sleep your life away.
I dream of zombies, and old girlfriends, and tornados, and alaska, and my teeth falling out, and showing up places in my underwear, and plane crashes, and flashlights in the window. I don't want to sleep my life away....but I am so tired.