Don sandals and roll up my pants, walking down the path,
reflected without company in that goat’s eyes, reflected in
pools of owls that sink and expand like the moon

where I go its always raining and the heaviness slides away,
carrion red clods, an animal covered in rainy straw
motorcycle tracks, bulls pooping on the world,
water trickles starlike through it, I know how time moves

Thank you for everything you’ve given me,
Namely the alcohol and the little stool,
I’ve always wanted to be an owl of the moment
Living sedentary, more carven, a green ocean
without doom to reverse and no expectations

The more places you go, the more there is to miss,

With the owl weirdly hanging on your pipe, operating the orbs,

while we here squat in underwear and smoke

Waiting for it to get dark so we can watch tv inside,

Together we caught this black moth in the bag from our snacks

When I’m in the crows nest on the mountains

I know the days like this, or actually hours

Of each day; they pile in remorseless emerald, storming

Then the rain was coming in rifts, memory striking and setting fires,

There are many things I’ll lose and items you wont know,

Among other things, I am helpless to unclog this foreign toilet;
A green ocean, thank you for everything you've given me