Whistle Head Scar Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

catch the milk run....back by noon...easy....

never mind those waterfalls.....
blackberries big as apricots....
peaches like nothin' you ever tasted....

slow enough to hop right back on...
.if you hold the rhythm......and you do...because it's in you now...
.shook you...hooked you
from spine to heart....
you'll be shakin' inside with it when you've landed....legs full of sway-jiggles and grind-pulse...
.head still ringing with clangs and hisses...raw squeals and shrieks.....
laughing, squalling metal songs.....

damn....six dollars between us.....sardines..soda crackers...water..pick your spring..that one? ..next one?

.the rain talked...we listened.....turned our faces up to it...
some of those drops
landed and caught...
trailed...
made slow streaks in the tunnel soot.....