clearing my mind of nothing, buttering buddha buddy's body

it's hard to look like yourself these days dimented de-minted and all flossed out tangled hair and beard and windswept dried cracked face. cafe sitting and sipping coffee or tea lounging on backs made of muscle and memory floundering out somewhere beyond where you thought the end of your limitations were. - at 4:40 i'll hop the greyhound to manhattan kansas watch the brown grass bowled under the disc fold into the soil, watch the birds return to the rivers the rivers return to the land, the soil swept away. floods are always on my mind, sweeping clean the debris bringing in new crap, car parts, rusted feeders from farmer's fields. - just like that, the sheep die, the crows fly off with their eyeballs and the dogs can't keep the wolves at bay. the coyotes see the steam, smell the rancid odor of defeat and dig in to some good eats. tongues in cheek meat. - i've got a disaster plan, an escape route in case of hostile government take over, a long list of laundromats in case my washing machine breaks, a back up generator for my backup generator, canned food to last at least a winter, and enough winters to last a thousand years- but i still don't ever have enough socks.