Poem #1
- Tree bark. Grainy and covered with...
- Sap.
- A rusty metal ring.
- Air snapping at your nose and ears.
- worn out leatherish gloves
- A pocketknife, more like a box-cutter.
- Either too much or too little twine.
- crackling, snapping, popping.
- Sore shoulders and back. It gets better, then a car gets here and you have to do it all again.
- A camp chair barely held together.
- You have to shuffle around every few minutes as the wind changes direction and the smoke gets in your eyes. Sometimes you give up by just closing your eyes and accepting the smoke getting on your clothes — you'll smell like campfire no matter what you do for a day or two.
- Hot Chocolate, but way too hot against the cold night. You have to wait a few minutes. Still, it tastes so good. You love hot chocolate.
- Conversation with people you sort of know. You're getting better at it.
- One hour left!
- Damn it, this hose has holes in it.
- How do I switch the generator off again? What? I can't hear you. What? What?
- The car ride home is all right. Somehow, despite your exhaustion, you become the most eloquent you've ever been.
- You eat, then sleep. You also forget to set your alarm.
I know I said I would do a post daily, but I got impatient and wrote two on one day. I mean, it should be fine, right? At the minimum, I should write when I feel like it.
This was a good experience. Also, no one I know should read this blog, or it will be the end of me.
I had the idea of doing a poem like this a while ago. Not sure if it works, but I'll give it a try anyway. More writing should be just shitting around.
Email me at baryonyxpenrose@gmail.com. Good night and sweet dreams everyone.