Desolation Devi/l *
Nose Mountain Fire Tower-- transitory torturer of a thousand disguises (really i wish you’d make up your mind)-- you are a nomadic tick on my tush, you are supreme outhouse boredom, sitting on your chameleon throne, above, endless blue webbed sites, below, rug of cumuli, everyone and everything buried in your grave vapors. Hey, Nose Mountain Fire Tower, i am your captive audience--lunatic victim of your postmodern horror show.
In the tower while watching clouds mutate, you send a fine mist of flying crayfish, terrible hovering harbingers of things to come. You force me to perform musical chairs, opening closing a cage of windows. You tinkle on my books when i’m not looking, then the electric chair.
Hey, Shocking Nose Mountain Fire Tower, what’s that tingling on top of my head? You flick spark after spark of lightning bolts my way--you’re a primitive chain smoker, i’m not your flint. That zapping sparky crackling shit freaks me out--one of these days you’re gonna make me jump. Murderous Mountain Fire Tower, do you know, can you conceive how much paper work all that lightning generates?
Gleaming Nose Mountain Fire Tower, you know everything, when i try to escape your torture chamber you blast me with your wicked breath, a gale force of one hundred klicks per hour, those rattling winds you send to shake me up, up in the red and white fiberglass nest. i open the tower cupola trap door, you drop it on my head as i grab the grounded iron ladder in my underwear. You stimulate the winds, Never fear, i hear you howl, hypothermia is here, you drop 20 degrees cause you really like dead blue legs, don’t you?
Vulgar Nose Mountain Fire Tower, descending the ladder, your halitosis smothers me, bombing me in a screaming barf of hail, i can no longer hear the whisper of elves. On the ground, you think i’ll slip on those icy ball bearings where once grew grass and suffocate--a Cindy Sherman photo of death. And you puke on my vegetable beds, you try to starve me, you know i can take only so much shriveled morels and fireweed.
Flamboyant Nose Mountain Fire Tower, after a pinball of purple storms, you not only send me one fucking rain- bow but two. Seductress of my heightened senses, you shred me to pieces, i’m just another slow chew but you want more of me so send in the damn fog, three long days of obscurity--driving me to the depths of third degree chocoholism, though cookies resist rising at your hedonistic heights.
Nose Mountain Fire Tower, spawn of some superspecies of blood-sucking arachnids, ten pounds later, i waddle to the outhouse hunched in menstrual huddle (provoked by your yarrow tea), harangued by a bloodied hare shrieking-- a weasel’s brunch. Everyday a novel sound--i’ve had it. Stepping over a second hare headless on the boardwalk, keep it to yourself, in the bush.
Oh, Nose Mountain Fire Tower, you amorous annihilator-- you send shimmering mountain bluebirds, friendly pink bohemian waxwings that cause my binoculars to drop--my falling black eyes-- my bruised i--you want my job--you want everything. On my birthday, you send a swarm of noisy barn swallows, feathered bombers to make my day your day.You take everything. Then you send a cow moose near the nettles, send her to kick my brains out. Yeah and thanks for the hornets nest in the weather station, shrieking baby bunnies are not enough for your hungry infliction.
Slimy Nose Mountain Fire Tower, after dreaming of sex, i wander among a minefield of tracks, murky monsters in the night. Your ravens tramping on the roof sound like gargoyles and you, disguised as a wandering bear, want to devour my friend’s cat. And thanks for the white guys you send for entertainment. i yell hello, they leap into the bush like wolves do. i hope you die laughing. And when i’m naked with mosquitoes, taking a solar shower, you send drunk loggers, knowing i want treehuggers.
Oh, Heartless Nose Mountain Fire Tower, shame on you and your obnoxious abstinence--no visitors, nothing for four days, then a family of bears--how close can i get--a Russian roulette of tag--you make me forget my name.
Nose Mountain Fire Tower, what do you fucking want from me. i’m seducing someone under your summer night and you outshine me with your whips of northern lights. That’s it--you really want to fuck me--fuck the brains out of me and eat them--i know--i’d die a thousand ecstatic orgies with you--yeah, i really wanna do it with you babe-- Did you hear that Ranger Bob? --10-4 everthing’s just fine -- up here on plain old Nose Mountain Fire Tower.
* Devi: Hindi for goddess
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