I'm upgrading my protocols
in multi-gigabyte downloads
that correspond to
the pixilations of my lungs
after their fourth bout with pneumonia
It's been raining for more than a week
The teepee burners are damped down
Wisps of smoke struggle to escape
from the smoldering redwood trash
and the mill is temporarily shut
All of us are somewhere
between machismo and disability
The local Indians look like drowned cocker spaniels
as they walk from Thunderbird
and Mercury Marquise
into the Wal-Mart
They wave at me
they salute me
and invite me for a recuperation drink
at Vance's Log Cabin
but the Cabin's been condemned
and they know that
so why are they fucking with me?
This is not the usual iLock sequence
says my doc
This is not what we mean by
Error 1703
This is not what the screen is supposed to look like
This is not what your lungs are supposed to look like
You are not one of those obscene beasts
who live in sulfur vents
in the
deepest obscurities of the
Black Sea
So stop acting like one
dammit
