Trying to shit fast to escape

The bugs chewing my ass,

I look up for a breath,

And into the brown saucer eyes

Of a Bull Moose.

 

His eyes are pulled tight

As he too shits,

And bugs chew his ass

Under the same midnight sun

Shining above us both.

 

At this moment in time,

Time no longer exists,

The moose no longer exists

I no longer exist.

 

It is just two assholes

Out in the woods,

Hunted by the same parasites

And trying to let go

Of the same shit.

 

Mac Lojowsky

Earth First Journal March-April 2002

Walking down a dusty road

The sky is baby blue

Cotton candy floating by;

Up high, a hawk is too.

The sun is warm, the breeze is slight;

So the branches slowly sway

And the smell of pine comes drifting by;

From the woods across the way.

I cross the field of wildflowers;

And head down to the stream,

Do I realy wonder ehy

I choose THIS place to dream?

Terry Krieger

Earth First Journal November-December 2001