April 22, 2004

  • A wild man, I’m not.
    But  do piss outdoors on some tree almost every day.
    And  see sex as a snuck-in-barn all-consuming ride in hay.
    And  sometimes cross boundaries set by others that I refuse to heed.
    And would kill in an instant in self-defense if I felt the need.
    And could battle like there was a chance if wrestling with a bear.
    And would surely chase a tornado if one ever happened near.
    Will probably perish while screaming “Today’s a great day to die!”
    Hope aliens will someday come to pluck me up into the sky.
    A wild man, I’m not.  Nor ever will I be.
    Just a freeking feral son-of-a-bitch in love with eternity.


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