machete country

Machete Country

Quite frequently
I’ll go
without coffee.


Often I
forget to
wear the
gold ring.


There are
days my
shoes never
get laced.


All this
means something,
it’s machete
country, a
place of
swift actions
& footpaths
thru the
jungle.


Ride the
wild pony.


Shoot a
flare in
the air
& watch
it light
the
night sky.

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