The Dark Forest: Literature, Philosophy, and Digital Arts

Scientists who know such things call it Aralia spinosa,
but down home we knew it as the Devil’s Walkingstick.
Prickly to the touch like an old woman’s barbs,
it would bite you if you tried to pluck that purple fruit;
in August (when goats flow thick and creamy)
one sees the flower bloom that looks like cheese,
well at least it scents more aromatically, and autumn
brings those rusty tipped fleshy yellow leaves
I so like among the walks by the river, rambling
there by those walking sticks naked as jaybird will;
well a guy’s got to take his girl skinnying in the river
here and there, else love like a gator will outpace us
sink below those muddy waters in the dusk of time.
– Steven Craig Hickman ©2014 Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author is…
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