when
wilderness called
I put
together new sound


armed with
last nights frogs

I turned over


California

torn from my window


in
wind
light
and rain

to let the porch hear
what my heart creaks


wrapped in springs mess
my strange etched village comes


where rain itself washes dry
mean cottonwood's curse

dumbing down even the dirts role
in things

just yesterday
a road moved closer
under whole clouds at night
itching

with used limbs
pinched BETWEEN flat surfaces
and tracks passing a friends house


playing poor one
on damp rivers rot
a simple form rises
OUT OF a dreamt up sky


where
smoked praries walk and pray


forgive me now
im too
distant and old to recall
marsh or bog
where
up to our ears
we found evil in boyhood

a real guilt at home

and a
dirty river whenever we wanted it

where
when
new wilderness called
I made no sounds