nature

I stepped into a field by the side of the wide gravel carretara astral.scrapers and round steel billet pounders mashed the gravel into its own juices tieing together the bottom half of chiles green valleys to the land to the north. I had to stop and look at these big stumps that where black in the green fields. stumps the size of gas trucks, or beached whales. theres different ways to make things right. by adding or subtracting. whats been made that lasted from removal. these black stumps that used to be trees, play instrumental solos that nobody could deny are eternal. thats the thing of it aint it. to make something new, that looks like its been here forever, like a lost child of the creator, orphaned on this planet, to sleep restless nights by the river alone. dont doubt it, dont justify it, dont say nothin fer it. like the man that cut her down. its all the same wheteher you believe it or not. it dont matter. “you fall in” james said. all my clothes where wet. a small price to pay really gettin close to something that doesnt need you. the girl in ny would hurt me more. my empty studio hurts more, the black bit of carbon ox, on a slip tie with red crystal hurts more than a little wet boots covered in mud. the whole mess feels like fiberglass hair ball stuck in a gator flute that cant pass.”thats what I saids james” the extra ess to show him Im stupid. to protect whatever it is I wanted to look at in the field. Ill be stupid for that stump. the clouds hang low in the road, like the green backdrop of patagonia is on fire, little cypress slugs eating stumps wedged between collared beech branches. some indian fellow walked down the road wearin a red puffy jacket with a grey stripe. probably a bundle on a ship from the red cross, probably a kids coat from michigan from before the frost, from before the big chill, or other such pop icons. useless do-gooders.there was a bit a grass and little red mushroom flowers growing in the coarse sogged wood, glucose broken down into blocks easy enouigh for a baby ocelot to eat. they got taken away by old men carrying a thirty sex inch husquy. diggin and jabbin so the cows could eat pasto.and here they are made something new thats lasted and keeps on lasting, getting better the more it goes away, cause thats just the nature of it.