Ravens

And I find myself crouching at noon beneath one fir towering up past the bright green bigleaf maple. While from the canopy a raucous rasp of teen ravenous ravens demand notice. The rain clatters all about, tapping bigleafs, smacking fallen arbutus husks, blotched with yellow. And Raven, the grown, annoints the forest with his unexpected clever clucks and sonorous thralls.

smart out

The paranoia outsmarting all

outsmarting self

outsmarting smartness

protecting from an

ill dream a fantasy doom

and producing lockdown

metalbrain

locked up

locked down

box of 

blank

.

Ig

It's oily down
     the  overing sludge,
     the heave of dull,
     thick dark clouds



                               sinking.