Cloud Forest from MV003 by Moth Vegas

a burst of wind knocks over a box of beer now
beer grows beards like ladders on men now
look how nice this climb up is now
throw me a can you call me dad now

forcing through this stuff, much like fluff
I duck as boiled fruit muck erupts
exploding from its gut like a paper cut
ripping feet wider, now, meters up,
luck would foil such tough love
but you'd toil too to get a whiff of those bluffs
forcing through this stuff, much like fluff
I duck as boiled fruit muck erupts

overcome by a wave of hideous concerns
feel it burn and turn to white blankets
mental blankness, smooth dunes like hair flowing garments
grown by the goddess
quiet, fair, knowing arms stretch me far from harm

women in the trees, draped dresses soaked sweet, attract the bees
squeeze the air that hair likes the leaves

• Experimental
• Los Angeles