Chinook, Snow Eater, blustered and gusted from dawn on.
Big rock concert scheduled on campus.
A Missoula band back from The Bay Area,
bearing towers of amps and speakers.
Free acid all night.
Free acid. Towering stacks of amps and speakers.
Surrounded all around by sound.
Slot car riffs. Orgasmic crescendos.
We Dance Sweat Shout Dance.
Bright black light,
strobe throb, strobe bomb.
A paramecium, I float blue hued
bioluminescent among jellyfish.
Pulse. Flash. Tangerine.
Swim in strobe.
Spin in a prism’s dazzling daze.
Chinook, the Snow Eater, drools.
Electric lavender shimmers
down its scaley silver cheeks.
Acid dilation,
strobe punched. Red, green, aquamarine.
Pulse slap.
Vessels visible in my wide-angle eyes.
Pulse slap maps veins in my flooded brain.
I see myself twice, like in a movie.
After…
From the bridge, she and I bellow,
Chinook, Snow Eater— Crack the Clark Fork’s ice.
River— Tumble your frozen mantle.
Make ragged, angry slabs.
Jagged edge, rigid plates that scrape
fall, fracture then sprawl
splayed, across bladed shelves.
After…
Together in our warm bed
we marvel
at the breathing web of iridescent beads
glimmering on invisible cosmic strings.
While fucking,
we both leave our bodies.
Drift into a rainbow astral plane to become one,
welded in love,
to emerge a single entity.
Two as one forever…
Wait.
I am the steely salmon smolt.
I must turn to the current,
and grow downstream
in wilder and deeper waters.
By mid-afternoon, a mass of sub-zero Arctic air
had bullied down the Rockies to engulf the region.
Winds out of Hellgate froze the split ice, restitched
the rugged floe. The river as before, carried on below.
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