WILD WEST/COAST
No lotus eaters we
Swelter pepper
Swig beer and bitch.
Cook up the rent.
Barbecue/Cauldron.
Steak/Prize.
Gavel/Tenderizer.
We grow enormous
Righteous, meting
Justice, camping out.
Point. Peninsula
Less mitigation
Than an island, its
Star gardens, clarity
Of sea life, surrounding
Sound of silent crime.
Heather,
I love this poem!…You express the spirit of the Pacific NW so beautifully, in spirit, sound, sight and smells…You are an example of what I so love about the BC extended art/entertainment scene…I lived in Southern California for a few years…This may sound strange, but I swear the constant sun heat in SoCal makes it very difficult for artistic bents to mature…BC, on the otherhand, has a great climate to mature a land that can make great entertainment and art…In your poem you brought me into an intimate string of moments, gave me a taste of sensuous religion, living not for the moment, but for the eternal now…