Jul 28, 2006 13:44
have lived on hippie commune for 3 weeks.
this, and little more, is what i have to show for it.
twin fauns in the forest
leaping at the sight of my car
paying lip-service to instinct
slack-jawed,
watching me pass
carbon(chain)copies of each other
the other fawn
with mother dear
who charged after us,
in the bed of the pick-up truck
heading to the blueberry patch
to pick and taste,
and toasting,
raising our PBRs to his pluck
clucking our tongues at his
self-desctruct
as we do to dogs
chasing cars down the road.
now i live in a new apartment, in columbia-fuckin-tennessee. for those of you unfamiliar with this metropolis, it's the home of Mule Day, a yearly festival where, among other exciting events, some lucky, genetically blessed girl will be crowned queen.
the apartment is called The Wellington, and it is an old old old structure. Dan and I amuse ourselves with pretentious airs, imagining inviting wealthy, attractive friends over for dinner and expensive wine in our new apartment...The Wellington.
yeah, it's not really that funny.
this library is tiny, people. TINY.