coffeehammerman steps to the edge of the map

so, looking forward from this house to the next and I'm thinking about how to make my footprint smaller. how do I make it less permanent?

standing next to other equally small mammals on the field of capital and cooperative love and thinking: how can we make this even smaller?

even as I'm typing into the eyes of unknown faraway points!

well.

here's another one:

endoftheworldpoem#1

locals are loud
tv is loud
door is loud
kitchen is loud

cartographer from east Tennessee yells across the less than 12 inch gap between himself and the isle of palms ex-deb twice removed from the shared joke and the smears of the past week
both shift uncomfortably and unknowingly from that then into this now
both are larger somehow

how do i small myself into a less recognizable box?
the echoes are too locating
signals too responsive
i'll get on the next wave and sidle out sideways into a less vertical hab

looking for a lighter fuel
sniffing out the fainter gas
digging a less shallow hole
and the locals dive into preformed habs
and the kids all question
and the answers are all the same less
and the walls fall apart

and the tape recorded message spat over longest wave is as heavy as the gold in my box

then we go to sleep
forever (ofcourse)



geo



thinking about how it all might or will end? respond. thanks.

coffeehammerman went outside

Hitch


Long memory for a bone:
the thumb that keeps stabbing
every morning after,
long after the ride
long after the disaster
the scene
the show.

Long before the rain gave way to mist,
giving way to haze and biscuits
over morning coffee

vomit.

**

I went out west some time ago. Twice across and back. Tried to hitchhike back with an acquaintance and gave up. Gave in to the plastic of last resort in Colorado. Hoofed it into an airport from an interstate off ramp.

Airports are not pedestrian friendly places from the approach. Once you're inside it's all open maws and mesmeric light shows. Jarring blurbs of important disembodied jetsam.
Spend, walk, drink, smoke, spend, sit, piss and on and on until the flight and the uncomfortable phone call to my ex-girlfriend for the ride home (where?) from RDU.

So with that the call is placed. Phone somewhere ringing.

Query: do you have a hitch log? Post your comment. Post your poem or whatever. Sign your sign. I stuck my thumb out and it got sucked.

geo