AIDAN BAKER
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I'm traveling home the rattling swaying train through the autumn Hudson Valley The river races alongside the tracks It is grey blue silver & rock faces rise from it, curl into fiery coloured hills-it reminds me of home, the terrain; I could be in northern Ontario� Dry dead brown grasses in the mud of the river flats & birds herons a huge flock of swans white as the sunlight sparkling on the water Long lines of water train tracks sky of mud & half bare tree covered hills grass & dead bulrushes I want it This landscape Seeing is not enough My eyes appreciate its physical beauty my hands want to taste it |
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pull it to me & fuck it make love wrap its moss covered rocky legs watery long silver arms around me & enter thrust strip bare revel in revealing this earth & subsume my self into it |
(but as soon as I've said that word everything is cheapened & I feel sick at my materialism my self-possession how everything comes down to fucking & groaning inarticulate nonsense sounds that drive the world away the moment's lost . . .) |
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� 1998 by Aidan Baker
