Happy Creek

"To write well
is the best
revenge"
the kid reminds
me,a phrase from
his father who filched
it from a mens magazine

or perhaps
it was francis bacon
who ghostwrote
the music
of my soul
here
before the blue spark

that
becomes
winter, the seeds
are planted

in this polarized universe
where I slumber
anxiously
the summertime perambulations
letting emotion simmer and steep
until the vacume explodes
like a jar of puple berries
inside of the hissing
pressure pot

these are just
memories
viewee instead
of the clock
of constant loss
prepare for a season
of greatness
the alarm unwinds
her golden hammer

back to that kid
The feds through
his dad in the clink
for a million dollar
growing operation,
the seeds were planted,
the families assets were
confiscated
the greenhouses were
auctioned for pennies
on the dollar,

this here in the goldstream
valley