Jim on a mountain-perfect moon tri-planing to everytown everywhere equanimity in conflict with serenity go figure he’s an outlaw in a cowboy episode rattlesnake vision eagle widespread vistas in a chameleon sky Jim raining like buzztail freedom stoving in as he bellys up to the victrola blue eyes straining in the fog
Jim wonders questioningly as the table legs alligator in the distance a phone rings dizzyingly cordwood and then lightning
inexhaustible or if in a deam chaining thunder and rooted like a curse clickety-clacking under this continent with a head in the ground overwear and inner ear innuendos confusing Jim walks the moon snow washes these hills as we dance in the water thinking of custard
