Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Settling


The speckled orange of a Marb Red filter
dangles from his lips, trusting its place there
as it has a pack a day since '06.

  If it's brown it's down he says

shifting his bulk around
under crinkling camo. Deer season's
initiation for twelve year olds and
now we are adepts at 18

  Well I ain't bout killin a doe--

a smirk, guffaws

but this late in the season,
you gotta take what you can get.

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All poetry is supposed to be instructive but in an unnoticeable manner; it is supposed to make us aware of what it would be valuable to instruct ourselves in; we must deduce the lesson on our own, just as with life. -Goethe