In the dark guest room
icy blue humming of a PC
and light from the windows of the dollhouse
at the foot of the bed
keep the slits of my eyes open
It's like being Mother Earth
Enormous woman
Laying down
her body shadowy and soft
Disturbed by our little human activities
A tweaker cabin on a hill
Surrounded by torched trees
She tries to get some beauty sleep
Rubbing keef out of her eyes
Sticky barbed flowers
Some tiny men
drinking pickle backs
yelling chemically into the night
A crow in the canyon
