The Voices Here

Aka: Letters From The Farm #7
<Letter #6 .. Letter #8>

“Who’s There?” by sr

THE VOICES, of these woods, are HALLUCINOGENIC.

For me, Legal Official, Life-Saved-Medical POTHEAD,
(my medicine a crime till recently in many places;)
PUBLISHING MY OWN POETRY now, it’s not one bit
exaggerating nor old psychedelic habits of speech;
You can believe it, Freak.
HALLUCINOGENIC voices here!

I mean, the Usual Muses i became accustomed to,
living in New England’s South Coastal Slope country,
for numerous years before moving north last summer;

The JUNGLE-land final glacial-gouged outflows from these
mountains here, far far far downhill into Long Island Sound;
There’s a Tangled Jungle, haunted much like Gulf Coast bayous;
But land of boulders jumbled by glaciers, not surf-washed sand;
Great vegetative mass of vine-draped trees rooted in snow melt.

Yes, down in the haunted South Coastal Slope, New England;
There be some Peculiar Muses, of both WILD Wood and Ocean,
but not SO LOUD like these here, no, no.
We need a Treaty with the Fairies, for one thing,
and i don’t mind saying so.

(.Here is the end of this oddity.)