Sitting inside, chilling during blizzard, sipping
my elderberry syzurp, French press got cayenne
cardomom pod caffeine bean dirtgod blend dripping
into belly, woodstove full of blaze orange earth zen.
I got that innate genetic disposition
of dysfunctional Viking mixed breed buttermilk
beard southern personality; my condition
is piecemeal but still "peace" often - I know my ilk
is often doomed - not born to be silkgod. I'm straight
dirtgod from dirt road with dirty mind open wide;
in world designed by danawhites, I navigate
thinking "keep it between the ditches", but outside
all roads blanketed by two feet white purity;
so I sit contemplating my obscurity.
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