three nights of samhain

fred wept for horses

crying sane among the blind

against the machine

never tooling his self

to genre format rule

but a system

of freedoms in all idea

reevaluation of all

is happening now

with the unconscious

waking to itself

in a field

of olympic wholes

christ the lawnman

cleared all the 'weeds'

the internal inspirations

tattoo truths

madness

bring nature in

crittoure among animals

but don't trust their nature

keep colonies in their corners

and your nest  safe