Dear Bigfoot

I’m sending you this message

to deny that I am deceased.

However, as the general consensus

would have it, I may be, like you,

extinct. What I was as an active, younger man

no longer exists. That life is gone.

I Saw the Crows of Summer Charge the Powder Blue Sky
 

I saw the crows of Summer charge the powder blue sky

Roadwork on the freeway could not stop their mission

Technology w/ all its posture could not halt their flight

Like midnight ink splattered on sunny white sheets

Sphinx

 Awareness comes slowly:

The soft darkness,

the quilt on the bed, the stalking

shapes of furniture. My eyes

tunnel down to a pinprick of light.

In Pelican, they say the dump, a mile outside of town, is the only place with cell service.

And so he clomps off the boat

and off the float, up the ramp,

away from town, hot showers,

a fresh bag of flour, and stamps

I am a dog with no master

Alone

Proud and hungry

Go where I want

Envied by shampooed, collared pedigrees

Fu Manchu, a caricature,

the Chinese, sinister,

popularized in Hollywood,

spread to all neighborhoods.

there are only moments now

when illness is forgotten,

when the woman you once were

returns to your skin

and a trick of imagination

sees you sprint to the corner

I walked up the pavement and there, much to my delight, was a tienda, a store selling beer and wine and hard liquor, jammed full of people.  I bought a big 40 oz. can of Tecate’.  There was a quaint little park almost directly across the street from the store.  I sat down at a bench, intending to pull out my weed and pipe and have a little toke to go along with my beer.

The trees can be read. 
Do you not think that birds
Are the most literate creatures
On earth? Time encircles some,
Ensnares others.

In Salem, the winter fog settles at sundown
like gauze, blinding and oppressive,
a cold, wet blanket of
Fuck You For Being Here.
On such an evening, I imagine
John Fahey in some shithole welfare hotel,
perhaps the Holiday Lodge on Hawthorne.

… awake now

a little disoriented

and hungry.

Something crunchy perhaps –

a Nevada snow shadow

    it melts in your warmth to provide water in the sun