I wrote this first one while hiking in the Spanish Peaks. It is about going from the monotonous plod of hiking to the enjoyable rhythmic pattern where you forget you are hiking.
The Hike 8/17/2009
Plod:
Step slide
drag.
Plod;
One foot
Before the other hits the
ground is wet from all the
raining down like music from an instru-
meant to stay at home today and have a
rest of all the hikers want to stop and head on
backpacks feel so heavy but I
think we should keep hiking 'cause I think I found the
flow.
Simply, Satan Stumbles 8/27/2009
How simply it seems, Satan slips and stumbles,
tumbles, toppling top to toe to
nothing.
Like a massive marionette made of makeshift materials
but impressive in its paint and imposing power, but
no.
Merely made of misshapen martyrs,
past their prime and perfect purpose, one
cut:
a simple slice of strings and Satan stumbles so
far
down.
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