155poem

April 3, 2011

Too much light wrinkles your worry,
an afflication I have no right to point out
because today was thick with not suring I care.
That’s a scary thought when bench-like trees,
insect-less fields, and sun-fed dirt make worry
all the more constricting. So let’s eat.
Good people grilled meat and frosted cakes,
then offered me them because my lifestyle
was funny enough to encourage with calories.
I plan to ride this vibe until glucose skitters
to a standstill, difficult when the sugar
from all angles is sweeter than sunshine,
whiter than the blinding blahs of bitterness.

LOCATION: Pelotas, Brazil – At Cicero’s birthday BBQ at the farm; a beautiful sunny day with animals all around.

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