NOTICE
My long dead
Animal spirit
Doesn’t give
2 shits about your
Drama, symbols, politics
Pornographic presidents
Or clever displays
In my dialect
A long lost forgotten language
Of primitive signs smoke filled
Bars, cigarettes, man caves &
Sun gods on vacation
Riding old motorcycles
Into the dusk
The last of my tribe
Who share these
Ancient memories of
The earth the trees
And the sky &
Of getting laid
On a Saturday night
Tequila
Poetry
& Open
Mics
The zine ?
Now the only
True bible
True words which still
Remain sacred
Poetry
Once again overthrown
By the domestication
Of the human race
A totem left here & there
For posterity’s sake
But the voices
Will always
Stay as they
Travel upon
The wind
Never extinct
Not yet
Not ever
As long as
We remain
Now Available:
R.M. ENGELHARDT 