Off to the pines

Off to the pines

Off to the pines to seek the food I love
Set up camp on the edge of an estuary
Looking north is a grey existance
People wear chimneys for faces
Smokey grey sky heart break is served for every hour of daylight

The estuary south is bluesky
A fresh morning
A father running

The camp was insufficient
Soon I will die as if life was a filmclip
purely to amuse the artistically challenged
Selective vision warps us like estuary sand
blown all the way up and then down
into the active volcanoe that is society

My pines are far off
Flavour left and reeds, salt and makeshift shelter
This, this is all I am