Primitive

The night was smudging it's coal on the shadows of the landscape
As we trudged for miles it felt like in the cold may rain
Waiting for the drip to settle
and mandate a drying of its overwhelming saturation
of former plantations and Native American cave dwellings
We dragged our bare wet souls over the gravel that night
Over a half mile to a darkened damp and frigid campsite
With no chance of a fire ablaze we had only the strength of our will
And our collective body heat to keep us from seeking out safety away from those hills
A fractured blue moon rose into the treescape
The forest spread it's arms out and crowded our view so only slivers shot through to our dismay
The birthday cackles tackled the scenes of our neighbors
As borrowed planks from the idea of chucked morning lion wood sank into ember the next day
We were dreaming lucid with eyes wide into the night
Seeing fluently through pupils dilated with hallucinogens for our diet
We were wiser than our years
My collective of peers and confidants
And when dawn reared its bare chest
We invested our morning in laughing at the memory of sunset
Curled up in tents with the intent of living less pretentiously
Pillows of hips and natural curves of an earthen bed
That equipped sore bodies to stretch for miles unfettered
Before stumbling to outhouse latrines or at least to the other camp that we had rented for space necessity
A breakfast of fiends
Bacon, biscuits, camp made hot sauce and sausage gravy
And even steak and eggs because I'm a fuckin chef and that's how we roll out of the city
When we are clean of the curbside stained with tire tread lick
And the only red light I stopped for cautioned the oil of poison ivy slick
Air traffic is a breeze and the hoot of the owl signified another night time to sleep
He was careful to keep his distance for his prey was creeping round our crossed knees
But even in the still of the day
Some still lay
Under moisture resistant canvas spread out over the campus
On air rafts or sleeping bags or even picking benches to snack on picnic naps
Before hangovers attack and the hair of the dog is a first reaction
And we just say fuck it, crack one open and drink away
Some of us lost our belly's contents when they became overcrowded
By the fungus among us that we consumed cursing loudly
At the texture of the tincture we were about to experience vividly
And by measurement the integers were to rear their heads quickly
So we swiftly sank into the oneness of nature
Playing favorites with meditative states and understanding spiritual equations
Setting glow sticks ablaze in a phosphorescent vapor
And honestly quite possibly consuming a cancer causing agent while cooking hot dogs with hot sauce on plastic glow stick tainted metal grates
Oh the behavior!
Oh the mindstate!
Where were our heads?!
I'll Tell you where
Somewhere special
In a memory of days spent with family in friendship
In a weekend that dictated how all this time
Of our lives
Is so precious...