The Mountain Is A Lady

[linoleum_carpet]

But only as the sun tickles
the forrest east
or oceanic west,
when the winged things
move about,
pollute our sky into
prettier sunsets.
We're the organism,
dusk and dawn;
the climax to the great
apocalyptic orgasm.

Utter her first name
Tahoma
Tahoma.

She is a killer, you know.

After so many months of waking up next to her
when i see her now
it's like
she got up on the wrong side of the bed
or maybe i got up on the wrong side
of the skyline.