Home
was
once
gumdrops and
clean toilets.
Camping
(like drinkin g)
stripped off
layers
upon
layers
of society's baggage:
labels,
stereotypes --
eclipsing the
vitalities of living.
I made friends with
ghastly ghosts
and
grizzly bears,
among other things.
The nine of us,
like the Brady
Bunch,
explored the
caverns of
friendship, sharing
throbbing thighs and
jostling joints
on the way,
stretching our brain and
muscle fibers.
In that
brief
period of our
lives,
we lived by the very
skin of our souls,
merrily picking
off the
marshmallow gristle
of our up-turned mout hs.
And despite
the
scaly snakes and
runny noses,
I can say
I had
a damn good time .
jkl;