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[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. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 122 [topic] => 27 [informant] => drapes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
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