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Array ( [sid] => 176652 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Welcome to the Jungle [time] => 2013-08-04 18:57:50 [hometext] => About my summer going directly from the rainforest to the plains of Wyoming. It's been a while since I've picked up the pencil. I can ususally only write in pain, but here's a different type than my past poetry. Comments are encouraged extremely. [bodytext] => Welcome to the jungle
Where the sky is clear
Of tropic storms,
Of cecropias drowning in lianas,
And flying shadows that howl at dawn.
Where the ground
Cracks underfoot,
Wheezes from its dust
That is shares with every traveler.
This is not your jungle.
But it thunders once in a while
And you hope the rains will come
rock you to sleep and
drown out the forest
croaks, snaps, and perpetual buzz
that keeps you sweating till dawn.

The disenchanted forest doesn’t know you’re gone
In the way that the sagebrush will, when it paws at your feet, begging you to stay.

You hated swimming through air with moist lungs,
smearing mosquitoes against muddy cheeks
with hands blackened by the grime of
tree trunks, grasshoppers and *****-streaked rivers.

The mountain dust stains your ankles
But the jungle blood stains your soul.

And it swaps some of your innocence with
electricity that can only be felt on a
shadowless afternoon on the brink of a
sky-shattering surge.

Wyoming winds brush a sunsmacked forehead,
Aiming a smiling face toward the western horizon.
The sun waits;
It stretches and dances,
It flirts with the clouds
Before sauntering to sleep,
closing your eyes gently.
You are at peace, the one you dreamt about
When bullet ants swarmed your boots.

Now you dream about the jungle
When you aren’t sleeping.

The spirits that you don’t believe in
Bat between your eyes.
But you’re not going back.

There’s an itch where the bites used to be.
You’re not going back.

Because you never left.

Not in one piece,
Not without scars,
Nobody ever leaves the jungle.
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Welcome to the Jungle

Contributed by drapes on Sunday, 4th August 2013 @ 06:57:50 PM in AEST
Topic: NaturePoetry



Welcome to the jungle
Where the sky is clear
Of tropic storms,
Of cecropias drowning in lianas,
And flying shadows that howl at dawn.
Where the ground
Cracks underfoot,
Wheezes from its dust
That is shares with every traveler.
This is not your jungle.
But it thunders once in a while
And you hope the rains will come
rock you to sleep and
drown out the forest
croaks, snaps, and perpetual buzz
that keeps you sweating till dawn.

The disenchanted forest doesn’t know you’re gone
In the way that the sagebrush will, when it paws at your feet, begging you to stay.

You hated swimming through air with moist lungs,
smearing mosquitoes against muddy cheeks
with hands blackened by the grime of
tree trunks, grasshoppers and *****-streaked rivers.

The mountain dust stains your ankles
But the jungle blood stains your soul.

And it swaps some of your innocence with
electricity that can only be felt on a
shadowless afternoon on the brink of a
sky-shattering surge.

Wyoming winds brush a sunsmacked forehead,
Aiming a smiling face toward the western horizon.
The sun waits;
It stretches and dances,
It flirts with the clouds
Before sauntering to sleep,
closing your eyes gently.
You are at peace, the one you dreamt about
When bullet ants swarmed your boots.

Now you dream about the jungle
When you aren’t sleeping.

The spirits that you don’t believe in
Bat between your eyes.
But you’re not going back.

There’s an itch where the bites used to be.
You’re not going back.

Because you never left.

Not in one piece,
Not without scars,
Nobody ever leaves the jungle.




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Re: Welcome to the Jungle (User Rating: 1 )
by deusdeira on Monday, 5th August 2013 @ 02:55:22 AM AEST
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I really enjoyed this piece! I loved it in fact. Highly metaphorical and can also be read literally! So descriptive. It makes me want to get a machete and head out into the jungle. :)




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