harvest

think i'll pack in and buy a pickup

you down with neil young?
brother, you know it

frost on the window maps lines
and trees of fractal geometry
just in front of snow
fineblown and rolling
in the air between here and everywhere else

what the hell do you know about neil young?

breakfast was black coffee
and an orange devoured messily
standing in the middle of the halflit room
wearing a towel

well...
still searchin' for a heart of gold

lunch was me thrashing fitfully in the grasp
of a take home essay test
five minutes before it was due
i think i hit what he was driving at
if not what *He* was driving at

get right down to it
and i still like everybody knows this is nowhere better

give me things that won't get lost

but that could change

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