Hikes The River Song
Floating down the river
I
Ease drop
On a couple chirping charming hymns
And black oaks bartering oxygen
My knees grow weak
Doe come to feed up by the riverside
And cutis ans(w)erina cooking up inside
I love it here
But I left it there
For the fall
22 on the buffalo blue
I dropped 25 on my tongue tip true
And I sink into the earth
I am trying to find a way
To take it easy like the trees sway
Gently in the breeze
“Turn on
Tune in
Drop out”
In the morning we woke to nimbus
But needless to say
It was Tlaloc's set sights sacrifice
Suffice to say
I'm archaic in the way
That I am reborn
It takes a parergon
To lift my raft up off this riverbed
When we make it ‘round the bend
We can rest our heads beneath the
Sunlight
Curious cirrus
Dot the broken blue above
Now Ponca rest me
I'm in love
I'm in love
And the storm moves on
And the fawn grows fond
Because the grass grows long
Over the sap-sweet pond
As a humbled pawn
I sit to ponder dawn
And the list goes on
And the list goes
(“The happiness of the drop is to die in the river”)
