Grand retinue of strange dreams
wherein terms are first defined,
saw the whittler of Chickamauga stumpsitting alongside
the meanderer tributary of a shallow stream
logclogged beneath a distant mountain horizon grooved with woods tween unploughed fields boulder full guarded by parched brown sentinel stalks of droopy barren corn.
Mounts named for legends of molasses- slurping raccoons
and ancient blizzards
featuring forgotten frozen horseflesh
and knotty scotch pine coffins amid the stench of parrafin
impurities within shabby sepia parlors among
the vistaless dusks of peaking blazing orange of sun
betwixt greenblack flat peaks with their twin unholy dewless dawns.
