spirit

high up on the mountain
bolstered by belladonna
and swaying hips over
the bottomlands i screwed
in a light bulb on my
bulbous nose and went
blind when i saw the light
damn the savage who sniffs
around in somebody smarter’s
business— oluf the tribal council
ping pong with sticks and drums
and a taxonomy of gourds
playing with shadows
until they too get gorged
on the night’s obscenities
row out row out into your sadness
but we will be together at
the end