The acuity

     His eyes were grey with specks of Quasimodo

          The irises were Kurosawa in a 62 Ford Fairlane

   Dersu Uzala in a leisure suit!

 Smokey hearted 

     Embrace of the Sasquatch medallion

     The footprints led to a large heap of charred cabin wood-

         It was just south of the Minton Peak trailhead where Pinebreath left his wristwatch. 

   Rolex. Still ticking.

    

 We were floundering

     in a school of broken hearted

          Whalefish 

        Our spouts were sealed thru our embarrassment 

     Of salty high school seas and crusty tears

    A rosebush blossomed in our minds 

      And we looked with wonder

          At the goddamn Beauty

     Like eating hot pepper Kung Pao 

   Chicken at the bus stop Chef Tong's 

   Cafeteria restaurant

  For the first time

 I had no heart 

    So I birthed a book

    Long winded they said

        Bloodless

       But it beat slightly

     And I went on

      

 I impregnated the impossible future

    With laden interpretations of grimacing snarls

       In an early evening backyard pandemic party

Everyone was talking very loudly 

    And thru my window their laughter caused 

       My eyelids to droop voraciously 

 The lightfoot capsized his Coca-Cola!

     His first mate, Mr. Pibb

Was at the Doctor (Pepper)

    When he noticed he'd been 7-Upped

    It was sundown

   So he figure he'd spend some

 Time in a bottle

 divide the truth

    By a thousand and two

    And I'll tell ya a story

 Sometimes you catch a twisted sorry bread like substance

    The moon

     It's not cheese

        It's a Guantanamo loaf

      Baked to perfection

    Like an orange tabby cat

    Meow!

 In the Crackerjack universe 

    The peanuts all sink to the bottom 

       The box has turned to a bag

        And it's gotten smaller

     There's still a prize inside 

   But it's hardly anything

     But it's still a prize!

 Sometimes the wind blows your name away.

    Sometimes it gets caught in a bush and it's 

   easily retrieved but other times

you have to chase it for blocks 

     Running the windy streets 

        Without a name

 The cattywampus was

     Gobsmacked

         The forest was an army of Jim Croce records

      A Great Lakes varietal named Gordon who was a 

  wainwright sat starboard assessing heroin needles as 

a form of post hygienic deterioration conflux. 

  Alas, the trees were dead.

      Some parasite had taken root in the 8 track player of the trees. Maybe Bob Seger.