bum yerself

to know such a taste
of sweetwine in summer lightness
summer beings broken up into
hunks of wet fungus on the earth
ass-drunk on wilderness
floating over jungles in silver discs
touching the world as you touch yourself
lightly
ever so lightly
to know such a giddy arc
a happy ghost rescued from a dark west
we enter this sacred hut
rattling tin heads
along the way