As I wander through the woods
(deep and dark and deep and dark and deep and dark goes the primal chant that mother used to say at bedtime)
Knuckles freezing
Fingernails about to shatter
Waiting to catch a lightning flash on my tongue like a child licking at common snowflakes which I ignore
A crow snickers at me
HA HA HA
For he knows what scheme I am truly cooking
That crow ought to be tap dancing on asphalt
He belongs to the city more than me
Neither me nor my friend the crow should be here in the forest
(deep and dark and deep and dark and deep and dark goes the primal chant that mother used to say at bedtime)
They are only so far ahead of me now
Figures in black suits carrying my empty coffin above their heads
I see them
Tears turning to ice
Branches scraping my oak lid
I want to catch up with them
And tell them to hold on just a minute while I climb in there for my long expected rest
My friend the crow will sit upon the lid before the earth is shoveled on it
Frozen earth wrestled from the mountain
And relocated to cover up the truth
(deep and dark and deep and dark and deep and dark goes the primal chant that mother used to say at bedtime)

I at this very moment have no words as to how this has moved me,,,

Thats Deep.........

My favorite young poet, to me, you are one of the masters of this art, the few that descended down to touch us with genius. I'm waiting for that book to be published, and if you're not submitting to journals, I'm going to pisssed off.

peace
jimmy

Wow deep dark and a bit scary for it makes you wonder
what lies deep within the soul and what it has seen

mmmmmmmmmm tasty flattery
jimz, u may wanna clean off ur nose
just kidding

I am submitting to magazines, i got a copy of poets market, no responses yet but hey Im workin on it

"i like that"

I actually was writin apology, so I glad you took it as a joke. Which it was. It seems the poetry I most like to read, somewhat like yours, has a small readership, small bugets, but man, big hearts. So wait periods are long, but I find the small publications in "writer's market" are the most sincere. My favorite editor, is the does, Black Book Press. Yeah, even the most talented receive rejections, but it's so cool, when the editors tell you why in sicere way. Those are just as cool as acceptances to me, personaly.

peace
jimmy