toying with the occult
we squatted this shack
half a mile down from the tepees.
oh what a cosmology
with the cow-skull technicolor vision.
the crow dug deep down into the skull
and the bees swarmed in unison
across the north woods.
the rain fell in the winter
damp and from the coast
we were blessed with the gift of vision---
most all of us that is.
one of us hitch hiked back to school
to finish the degree he'd left
and listen to the radio.
some of us stuck around more than others
but we crept around till spring
and that warmer rain fell.