Psychopomp
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Maybe, I need to sit 4/22/2022, Con/Jur/d Can hear the Psychopomp snuffling -- did a bit of running jogging really, through the Spring cemetery, broken branches from Anthropocene tantrums wet cold earth, tilted grave stones in rich well fed mud, provides obstacles keep Him/Her/Them just behind to the left, I can smell their cigarette hear the sucking sound as the butt of the scythe taps the fingerbones back down -- a Crow hops around a persistent white dome of ice transmuted snow caws “Why you running?” Psychopomp answers “What else we gonna do?”
The Afterlife of Snowmen Con/Jur/d, 4/22/2022 Once, late having snuck away from the conference the big personalities providing little room for an awkward enth - usiast, like me & my wife who didn’t understand my ob - session with psych - edelics, needed it more, so we es - caped to a local rest - aurant, I don’t rem - ember what we ate I’m certain I drank tequila & beer & sangrita, since it was my habit when in Mexico & it was all I need - ed to drop the pre - tense of sober un - stoned person - ality, ality I know, Andrew had dreamed of Jaguar & on this road, near midnight, with the vertical high, high grass pale under the horizontal wash of moonlight cricket songs fast pinpricks across - across damp skin with the orange glow of cigarette tip illuminating Blake’s tiger, stripes implied by the depth of the humid shadows, & we were on a strange road, not knowing how far it was to the woosh woosh & questionable coolness of the room’s ceiling fans next to Uxmal ranting, “This is what it’s about, suspended here in the vegetive night, only the two of us, maybe a great - cat, certainly the spirits of Mayans,” She saw the pyramid, appearing without announcement above the left fork, “Al - most there”- right then I smelled the wet - cold concrete, the musty - bitter of fall leaves the musk of rapid chlorophyll, the afterlife of snowmen to be built after we separated & she moved with our daughter to Maine.
I’m playing a dangerous game y’all — Giving 2 poems today when tomorrow, hopefully, we will be working on the boat and I may not have time to get y’all another;-)
Much Love,
Con/Jur/d, 4/22/2022