November 28, 2018
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Epic Walk Diaries, poetry, Research
Epic Walk Diaries (November 28)
oh shit it's pooop you thought it would be pure delight special seashell, long and twisted nope poop many things presenting as solid are not others shimmer surreal i want to stick out my tongue at everybody today as a totem two lively eagles don't mind a generous soul feeds graceful hunger a threat of ending brings a swarm of need he ducks throws up his last crumbs blackberry flower pertinacious memories of summer sheltering a hopping bird wandering onto slipperiness our luck will run out back to the bed of leaves double bubble pink pot pop pop pot so pink urban pop up a natural stake pointed we speak of death small and big shocks pieces and parts a claw a body a mollusk a shoe nothing is lost it sure seems so waves rest in soothing suprise sitting sitting pondering unexplained distant yellow no need to explain sit ------ [ Start 3:07pm End 4:52pm Nod at the monument, thoughts of campus police, onward to MOA, to the backyard looking for the way back to the end point, thwarted by mansion, back to the totems sticking out many tongues, new stairs to wreck beach, trail 4 for small people, along the beach, round the point, to the breakwater and log jam, trail 6 up the stairs, along marine drive, back to MOA and Lola. ]