woosa

thought process

(Ahem)..It is not a thought process-

golden wheat leaning

willows weeping.

instinctual chile; like this life living.

Hugging dat shovel mining coal and gold nuggets

hard hat adorned digging through soot

and chaos and evil and hate and love and poverty and sickness and blackness.

Gotta feed the family on gravel

and hope til’ fate come.
Til’ I get there at that place

solemn and whole lacking nothing; I digging.