Fresh Person Alive
Fresh Person Alive I’ve been tasting the world And I no longer taste food I taste cold air, icy, sweet, the smell of blazing bold leaves. Hair in the grass, warm in my skin in my scratchy wool. Clouds drift by To the sound of guitar strings And voices. I taste grit between my teeth Bringing the clay to center Floating, slipping Soft and smooth and wet Gives way Suddenly I notice how tense I am I release And press and Pull the earth into still curves Strong, she said. I taste sparks Dew on spiderwebs Strong glint Fog that Revealed the [invisible] and veils [everything else] A [sunbeam] on [dark pews] Again with this [God] Like blood on snow, a red rose I saw among the white. But I am still hungry And so I taste white water Mostly brown The current pulls down so I pull in. True nature revealed Red in tooth and claw he said. All uphill I scream with glory I crawl through the dreck Just to ...
