I wanna be folk hero
but I can no longer handle the hangovers

I dont know a dam thing about blacksmithing
but
falling off a trailer comes easy
screeching out free bird with Randy
waiting for a limb to heal

the pain killers kick in before breakfast
and a lecture on religion leaves me

laying stiff in the morning dew
my broken foot still broken
the scent of pine still kicking with
my fathers jab in the ribs

I wanna be a folk hero
and I came dam close

last summer
my center torn from night
summer
the orgin and mother of everything
summer
with me in my yard
its many manifestations
a mirror to nature
held under small oak
mirror to excess
mirrors in farmhouses
where light
gives shapes and waves
of joy
from other suns shadows
and from other farmhouses