it's a farm potluck!

it's a farm potluck!

wet night dry mouth

takes ten minutes to hike home

chickens closed

chickens closed

chickens sleep sleep

people awake

pass the beer

people pass & giggle

oh the farm with all the people!

fuck or flight, she says

i admit it like a drunken

secret she is

a sailor with a hat

& i farm i do

my job

i'm shaking

the hands of women

who labor the calloused

ridges i recreate

it's a beer in a box & a friend in jail

kids drinking homebrews dog in lap

boots & lights go on & bright

hike hike

in a place like this, far enough from a city

its enough to sit down & sigh

but pick it up the shit is unfortunate

& people are just people

i am just people

this place has so few

people i am

looking for

6.15.08