Dreamwood Meridian

By Michael H. Kew

mattole headwater starry night yanked dank blank

to starbuck to reveal drizzle-dead heads of deer

later to lick legions of large lithe water liters

gleaned in all greenblack tanks in deep solar panel passionfart privations

always off-grid against on-grid

or is it with —grid?

yes

each will grease each

white market, black market

into the mumdrum we see as salmon sea

won't last

and neither will we

dive that deep end of ends

and decades on

and still you carcreep pass clusteryards of bashbusted acned buddhabuses

and laughing molds

in your parents' noble soggy whitethorn desolation

in their huge wet redwood stump hangover of gopherville

granddad's ghosts of lumber camps

mama miracles of monastery

cannachampion chimneysmoking drizzling wintermorning whalegulch road

yes newly it is all paved!

like life

please sign here

like your winding fourcorner reveries in the world of language

digging sweet sweet sense,

removing raw needlerock roots,

and tinklesawing piano keys into itchscalps of want

into eternal lungpulse your children will waltz

praise be to permanent muds of the usalroad log firework lust

praise be to the strata of cellserenity

praise be to endless intellect of nature

[Plucked from Nectars of Sky, available on Amazon.]