Adding Eggshells to Elkturds in the Land of Enchantment Again

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“I love your choices, man”
But I make no choices till Action
(On day 1, I also found myself an Albuquerque Companion)
you cannot plan the game
you can only play it and bloom
everything else is phony
anti-cinema cerebral-ity

after take 1, i hunt for solitude & sun
remembering that i am just a man breathing
in the new mexican air
worrying about his hair

after the movie is shot,
I will let my phone die,
on the other side of the same forest
i got sent to as a 13-yo boy.

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Making New
Mexican Stonecliffs
My rorschasch

As piñon jays (blue) mob my octagon cabin
1 blue guy straggles way behind
stuck in the middle of 2 tribes-within-tribes
his pals project their inability to make up their minds,
he is the most cherished member cuz he isn’t one 
whatsoever

I lay my plot points onto dog haired cabin carpet
letting desert wind arrange my storyline into
a finality
a pointless order
inspired by the shape of antlers,
sure...

sometimes even Jimmy Komma gotta
just
climb a mountain to read Rilke
concocting nothing
jamming for no one
smoking still

adding eggshells to elkturds
missing his younger brother,
“Yesterdays boy,” wondering
how in hell he’s gonna make it
back to his octagonal cabin
shaded perfectly under one lone cloud
5 mountains that away…

Born of the 101 underpasses,
Jimmy Komma dies of Natural causes on the trail.
I let him lie
Just grant me passage back to my Great Cabin,
and u can let that moldy sumbitch die.

“Jimmy ain’t tryna bring strife to nobody’s life,
he’s just having a sniff, Morg!!”
begs the discarded bug skin
dry enough to destroy in a pinch.

I Let My Phone Die in Two Trips,
I spent all morning reading Tolstoy,
“And I made Mary Oliver squirt!”
Jimmy Interjects

Enter: The Mandorla effect.
I can’t help but laugh,
can’t help but cast
him wherever I am.

So , together we wake up at 4AM,
the battery-powered mini-clock on the propane-powered mini-fridge is broke,
and like I said we let our phones die,
but we still knew the time , cuz outside,
boom, as if they were IN our 8-walled room,
two startling twinkles
trinifying
a toenail moon.

Jupiter and Venus.
Mars and?
Something and Venus.
Fuck a name.
It’s 4am and that is
THEM.
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