I _really_ need to stop going into the school bookstore with money in my pocket. I just can't seem to help myself from buying more books, even when I know I have no time to read them. *sigh* But this one was totally worth it. It's hard to find good poetry, right? and when you Do find it you should snatch it up, right? I'm trying to justify this purchase, I'm not sure it's working.

Chorus of chirp and whirr:
a crowd of locusts; crickets;
or else
the magnified rush of blood through the body,
audible: a monstrous human purr of pleasure.
Or the mesh of gears through, more than distance,
time,
riding the hills
under the aspened mountains, gold as of just this week.
if this racket's my doing, it's true then,
I'm happiest as I am now:
alone, on a road
in a rugged landscape, headed away from home.