01 Jun Shamanisticism

Shamanisticism

I knew a guy
who knew a guy
who knew the wind is ever on its way

that it would shuffle the playlist
of my bronzy headspace
with random dust and scratches

where lofty ideas graze such as
if you don’t ask
is the answer always no

a question for the dark brown eyes
of the bearded one perhaps
or pungent claims of toyon berries

and thrilling skin of manzanitas,
the sounds of night reformed themselves
into the anhedonic face of Eeyore

longing to get unstuck
I quit the scene like a lioness
uninhabited

danced with a girl called Dawn
at the sacred payment gateway
who always leaves them laughing

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