Hunter Gatherer

Walking the woods

gathering elm, maple, 

oak, birch, sycamore 
leaves, twigs,
patches of moss 
squirrel tufts, 
owl bones, feathers.

Hot glueing them to my
feet, ankle, calves, knees, 
thighs, buttocks, cock, 
stomach, chest, hands, 
forearms, wrists, biceps,
neck, cheeks, ears,
forehead. 

Hidden, I wait for prey.
I wait for you.

BFM

Aokigahara

Awakening doesn’t mean 

a lifetime of day lilies,

sometimes it’s an unbearable 

dense forest. Where 

pine limbs jerk under duress.

Heavily fruited bodies 

swing 

twist

swirl 

toiling to liberate 

bedeviled shadows

who’ve seen behind

the veil.

B.F.M.