Gone Bush

Gone bush.
Gone,
to the outside,
to eat scorched, semi-raw sausages out of illegal embers,
and to spend hours scrubbing the pots clean with sand in a bone-cold river.

Gone to grow my fingernails long,
to let sticks catch in matted hair
and stay there;
gone to where
strange things grow in the bottom of backpacks,
and bedtime comes soon after sunset.

Gone to sleep on a slope
on damp blankets;
gone to live on gas and batteries
and gingerly shit in the woods.
Gone bush.

Gone Bush

nnimus3

Joined August 2008

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Artist's Description

I wrote this from a soggy tent in the middle of a soggy field in a very cold damp valley between snowy peaks in the arse end of nowhere.

It was pouring with rain and the smell of the outside was all over everything. Nothing makes me feel more human than living away for a little.

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