“wait caitland wait”
tranny horses warming
blinding whiteout clouds
UP blizzard from hell
motoring north
CLIFFS trailhead turnoff
hiking snowy path
climbing rocky trail
storm abating sky clearing
first dawn
painting wilder-woods-ness
lighting far horizon
“dearest c remember”
past the cobblestone smokestack
around headframe boulders
beyond mine shaft foundation
poet tree location
hidden among pines
we’ll toast morning’s sunrise
collins and smith
icy champagne salute
with green tea candle aromas
maturing “beat” hellion mates
making CLIFFS limnster aerie home
mojo cait with backwater graybeard
above maddening crowds
masses accepting mediocrity
satisfactory way of life
tired numbing platitudes
sucking brain-skulls empty
jackoff moralists
andy of mayberry
family values reruns
continuous psycho-babble hum
glossary of “can’t” excuses
growing generation
sloppy blowjob wimps
people fearing solitude
cell phone umbilicals
pockets full of extra batts
underwhelmed cipher-citizens
prisoners in sad small dreams
constantly phoning others
lacking original imaginations
unlike “driven” creative souls
artistic gamers
not wasting time talking
seriously contesting
elusive damn dame lady muse
giving good weight
producing solid
poetry limn
painting oils
final chapter
shining glaze
CLIFFS commune of two
reading brother brautigan
old charlie “buk”
romantic bardic ballads
into late afternoon dusk
later nestled around campfire
march nighttime heat
listening to wolves
singing love songs
nearby “big rock” lair
two ghostly shadows
survivors from “beat hell”
together at last enjoying
breathe it smell it
spring coming into
blowing across the peninsula
a little earlier
than planned
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