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You gotta like green

…That’s why it exists
The timber industry. That’s what kept it alive,  but now it’s tourism
Gotta like green
If you don’t like green, you gotta deal with it

Very fertile, sunshine, vegetation, muskeg
Mountain rocky country, very rugged domain
Like prehistoric times, the ice age just moved off here
The soil base over the rock hasn’t had time to develop
So tree roots grow flat across the ground
Can’t grow down.  It’s solid rock
Nothing to grab on to and blow over
A lotta blowdowns, a lotta debris

The center of  Red Cedar is dead, rotted
Like the stem of a tulip, hollow
Only the outer bark and  sapwood are alive
Dead, dried and seasoned, this Red Cedar refuse turns into topsoil

Commercial thinning, clear cuts.  Timber is merchantable
Versus virgin timber –  old growth, never been logged
The very big timber is up on the mountains
Big hemlock, timber 200 feet tall
We have Tennessee Red (the most fragrant), Western Red,
Yellow Cedar (most rare) and the Giant Red
Also Sitka Spruce and Western Hemlock,  with bark that’s scaly
The dead standing snags make great firewood

Yeah, just rock or swamps
And beneath the swamp is rock or lake
Peat moss grows up 11 feet, so it’s one hundred to two hundred feet
To the bottom of that ravine, unforseen
The deeper you go, the more soggy it gets. 
Like prehistoric times  before soil built up on the earth
Sink holes, they’ll swallow you up

Lumber mills, big saw mills
Has a Forest Service contract
He cuts lumber really fast
Shipped all over the world

Steelhead streams – The ‘Real’, The ‘Newenberry’
Creekbeds are marble white. Fish show up better
Rainbow and Cutthroat trout
And hundreds of no name lakes full of fish
By the five gallon bucketful

Four deer per person per household, antler deer
For ‘Tricky’ and his boys, that’s twelve deer a season
This year it’s been mostly  twins and triplets
Two bucks or two bucks and a doe
Also ptarmigan, a little native grouse in the summertime
Roaming the western hills
State bird, I think

By skiff, ferry or floatplane
It’s a superb ride to a Native land
You – don’t –  know
You – stupid –  white  – man

Welcome to Deliverance

Kasaan, Alaska.  Why does it exist?

I recall the words…

Near Ernest Sound, Eastern Passage and

Zimovia Strait

When an eagle comes, south wind on its way

Whooshed through the yellow cypress

See Caulder Mountain for the first time

Shotguns and cricks

In the remote wilderness

That’s how this place is…

Fucked up, doped up

Moonshine, fifteen dollars a quart jar

Or if you prefer, a slow release opioid…

– I don’t like downers, I never have

Garbage cans, small dogs, and kids

All blowing around

Out here

Hillbilly youth, beauteous boy

Harassed and was forced to strip naked

But couldn’t escape and was raped…

Then left home

A trip into the unknown

Lines, wires, cables and chokers

Riggin rats and riggin slingers

How does a truck driver dress

In this country?

Caulk boots

A logging accident…what lies ahead

For this broken down cripple

_______________________

Elsewhere

Temple of the mind, a thousand fantasies lie rotting

This is how it is

As if my madness alone without me

In loving memory

Warned by a raven in the densest growth

Concert of Angels, tell me what you know

Plants in the Rainforest, limited sunlight

Fresh air all closed again, feeding on itself

Colors of the rainbow, streaming light

It’s too dangerous to wait until night

It doesn’t seem to be real somehow, serious and silent

Such a different time flow, black is the violet

Planetary romance

 Imagine you are in a dimension  

and there is no time… 

While earth moved around the sun 

and two doves descended 

Seduced by an alien  

– Is it you? 

Gladiation, daring escapes 

Adventure story set in space 

Bonding between clones, fluid genders 

Different from real-life cultures 

Unrequited and taboo 

Disastrous results that follow 

In a world that is unreachable… 

a very different Superhero 

~~~~~~~~ 

Superhero, master of dreams

Colorful adventure, large canvas

Heightened drama, strange horizons

Between this world and ours

Same edge, different slant

Exaggerated story, negative effect

 It’s not linear, there’s no time

Gravity is slowing down

Lost world separate from our own

A war across time, not love

Pent up energy

Ten to the 26th watts

Energy from the sun

Harness the light

In one form

Harness a volcano

Cascading down

Smooth magma flows

Geothermal form

Energy of motion

Shower of particles

Active galactic nuclei

Whirling black holes

Petroleum and methane

Stored underground

Life cycle of dead plants

And  animals

Stretch the fabric of space

Another false sunrise

Life as we know it

Romantic and dangerous

Demon Flowers

On a summer’s day

Deep glow and the seaweed bending

Lit up her emerald eyes

A pentagon with a star inside

~~~~~~~~~

On summers day

Saw the garden as a tapestry

Everything changes – distorts

Reflected light has different colors

~~~~~~~~~~

Living in the flowers nectar

Cherry and Magnolia

Entities from another dimension

No words.  Looking upward

~~~~~~~~~

Such vivid illumination

Computer simulated

A sliver of a window

The comedy is…ended