pot gods and parrots pacing dro markets

i retrace the wrong turn on googlemap
(it's ok to use the brand, im a subscriber)
the point where ninety degrees became
an extra hour twisted along the banks
of north meets occluded sun.

i found out today some not so distant
grandmother, maybe great or great squared
was native american and it struck me that's where
the difference arrived, a spark of red skin revealed
on a beach,,my son's razored hair growing in
   straight t as arrow
strange to me it's on grampas side, cuz i remember
gramma's exotic hands, high cheekbones.
was her hair curly or did she get a perm

you wrestle with demons best vanished in the dim
past of misty hills alive with roatsted coffee beans
and i'm left to wonder how a north carolina indian
got buried in the old graveyard in polk city.

the sweet bud you show me on craigslist
is in washington. i'm all for moving there since
global warming's changing all the rules
in a few years here, maybe even the weather's.


i'm all for using the twisty neuronic paths to prove
cold is only a state of mind. if resonance holds true
we'll warm each other just like a fireplace.