- Trying to shit fast to escape
- The bugs chewing my ass,
- I look up for a breath,
- And into the brown saucer eyes
- Of a Bull Moose.
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- His eyes are pulled tight
- As he too shits,
- And bugs chew his ass
- Under the same midnight sun
- Shining above us both.
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- At this moment in time,
- Time no longer exists,
- The moose no longer exists
- I no longer exist.
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- It is just two assholes
- Out in the woods,
- Hunted by the same parasites
- And trying to let go
- Of the same shit.
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- Mac Lojowsky
- Earth First Journal March-April 2002
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- Walking down a dusty road
- The sky is baby blue
- Cotton candy floating by;
- Up high, a hawk is too.
- The sun is warm, the breeze is slight;
- So the branches slowly sway
- And the smell of pine comes drifting by;
- From the woods across the way.
- I cross the field of wildflowers;
- And head down to the stream,
- Do I really wonder why
- I choose THIS place to dream?
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- Terry Krieger
- Earth First Journal November-December 2001
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