Marionberries from Honda Bum by Nelson G Nelson

From Olympus, to the Rockies
breakneck break for wider vision
I'm a guest, deep in bear country
gripping aerosol derision.

Sped into the rainstorm
windows open wide
lightning through moonroof
shaking the Big Sky
half year of drought has me tongue out and sighing

Hair soaking wet as I drive
there are ghosts rising in my headlights

Marionberries, dropped in the heat
red forest rug squishing under your feet
we're leaving early, for whom would we wait?
you know, we never asked to be saved. Maybe we like living day to day.

With 56 angels marching to the light
and rising wolf grizzlies waltzing by their sides
clutching sweet nothing, we dissolve in plain sight.
for we know it's a fool who survives
Two Medicine Lake late at night.

Marionberries, dropped in the heat
red forest rug squishing under your feet
we're leaving early, for whom would we wait?
you know, we never asked to be saved.
Maybe I like living day to day.

With bright boddhisatva breathing on the ground,
scrounging for warm milk and rice paper crowns.
hands and knees ripped up, there's blood all around.
We stop dead when the bell sounds.
a red kite drops in the background.

• Folk
• bathroom folk
• freak folk
• singer-songwriter
• sonic landscapes