twenty eight

take me on that tangent

that you go on,

you know,

the one where we mount 

trusted steeds,

ride through the high streets

shouting *fuck the world

and other noble insults

at the gawping mainstream.

take me to that place

where everything is natural.

where we fill up

on the wonder of the stars,

work hard in the sun

and rain serves to cleanse

and nourish

and grow the amazing.