i was walking through
the bookstore where i used to work
and the carpet
was soft clover ground cover
like grass
but you don't need to mow it
i was walking barefoot
and i thought:
this is a great great idea
i was living in a shack
or, maybe it was a small trailer
somewhere in the tundra
or maybe a small town near the tundra
there was something dreamlike
about the life within the dream
magic or ritual, tribal
and then i came out
and something was different
i'm not sure what
this part
this part i'm hesitant to tell you
i went to the bathroom
and
although i kept wiping and wiping
i could never get clean
even later
walking around
i kept sticking things down my pants
in a vain attempt at cleanness
there was something about an art show
booths moving around
i don't really remember it well enough
and there was more
a bunch more
that i can't remember
i want you like fire baby
i hope you had fun today
wish i coulda been there