Poem: TJ Canyon

 

TJ Canyon

 

heat waves

roil dusty, skinned oakshrubs

above a basin of brown, cracked ocean,

the sun itself a venomous hive

where any twitch of muscle

births a chew of photonic ants.

 

vultures,

black as the wrath of hurt pupils,

stalk what they trust to demise,

so many of us deceived victims,

lulled by a wealth of tricks,

we who lie down in lavish sheens of silver

and honey as parched as straw

impossible to taste.

 

a violent cloud

lunges from the blue trapdoor

to gorge on blossoms of oatmeal dunes

and human folies-à-penchant,

plump in its gargantuan rage.

the shadow-maw slurps everything down,

swift as Saturn eating his kids.

 

the resultant ichor bathes hornfels,

pools into sandy false-liquid quilts,

a cerement restive,

patchwork of dark and glare,

shambling.

 

 

 

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Tujunga Canyon, Sunland, California

poems like these reflect my experience hiking or backpacking for spiritual guidance, sometimes without much water