No intimidation here says the cow
The eye white rising hemispherical
The cow-paddy - a circle, too sweetly risen
Among white, nameless petals. Together
The ancient calf and the belligerent mother
The kick and temporal protection:
You and I are as absent as the solid ghost:
The whiskey bottles as dark as petroleum
Lined-up, vertical - hand-priced - on the white countertop:
Yurok territory. What breaches the fissure?
The bronze flash on the wing of the horse fly
A bang and a whisk off your wrist:
Restoration is a bleak and sorrowful business
The cow¹s head rubs the barb on the wire fence
The ghost is a fissure born in the accurate book
This is a poem about much death
Active and present in and around Humboldt County.
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From "Jack Spicer in Glasgow".
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