Juicey life licks the tongue
Heat finds a home in the spine
Thompson swallows tablet down clean
Juice hits palate, obedient
He practiced the swallow
The tongue still resists
Stomach acid works at it
His faith in the potency
Thompson reads the dosage
Tolerance starts to hinder effect
Afternoon Thompson overdoes it again
The same pain springs up
over pressured, neglecting his state
poor timing
The ache returns quietly
Familiar enough wrinkled brow
Quasi-panic calf veins shove
breathless he gets up
Another tablet down the hatch
same color, same weight
Body refuses to let it take effect
As thompson repeats the loop
Scar still tingles
Figure it out
when it spilled
I tie needle
Stitch myself up
It's been a year
each lip firm shut
On the closed wound
The echo of pain
subtle mosquito nag
Hardened tissue purple
spelling out the past
Read it back to myself
accident in brail letters
Almost fully healed
story still legible
Shoes don't fit anymore I sigh
Have to get a new pair what a pest
The weight I'm lifiting is so light
Doesn't this expose preference for easiness???
The Dog is far too small and doesn't listen
He is miniscule, am I feeding him enough?
The image in the television screen is so distant
Should I be sitting closer???
I don't have another pair
I'll have to walk to shop in these
I won't risk any injury
I'll simply lift in ease
My dog is as big or as small
or as stubborn as he needs to be
I gave him more than enough
What lenses of life are these???
So I drove on the spine of my identity.
A desert road, barren topography, calamitous weather.
infertile soils and my bladder pushed my brake foot.
I stepped out onto the shoulder, cool and calm.
I pulled it out trusting the women would stay in the car.
I couldn't hold back as the urine came out of me in torrents.
The flow of it shuddered through my body.
Gushing out like floodwater.
I held myself up, dizzied by my own deluge.
How could I release this amount of water?
The knee high shrub before me soaked it up.
Potassium and calcium might boost it's growth.
The women exited the vehicle looking at me in shock.
Taken aback by my unabashed decision to pee -au grand air.
Then amazed by the baffling and nonsensical volume spilling out.
Their gasps mute and still, now statue-like in the soft breeze.
I looked down almost disappointed at the last drops.
The breeze caught them, arched their course to the dirt.
Maybe another few liters wouldn've been good.
Nature desires continuation not resolution.
Scientists gathered around me.
I repeated our list of timeline goals. Building a nuclear power plant in the valley. We had one big problem the river cooling condensor. The nuclear reactor's warmed water would raise the temperature of the river.
This would affect the whole river, boosting temperature and interrupting animals natural cycles. Our investors only want to know when it becomes a scandal.
Like our own body temperature there must be something to regulate it.
The intake and outfall canals had several obstacles. Engineers wouldn't agree so the plan couldn't be formed.
The cooling solution was one of the last challenges on our list. Without a plan it would temperature change will affect the life of the fish and surrounding fauna and flora, even the wild bananas.
Humid valley
my smile widens
in it's narrow gap
I trudge into the humidity
grass encloses around each ankle
I walk parallel to a river
Covered by bush and wild banana
The distant burble hardly discernible
I pass the ever reaching mango trees
Sparse fruit too high to reach
colored green blue and red
On the ground opened and orange
I witness a completely balanced banana palm
So symmetrical the leaves and the flowering downward stalk
One singular banana hangs from the long rachis
A Godlike fruit That I could claim now
