Rufus woke up and something was very wrong
He could feel it in his bone, still wet yet somehow
in his mouth.
He thought, gosh how long have I been asleep?
Is it summer already? And why can’t I just dream of
Resentment looks a lot like Narcan in a sharp
and feels like it’s forcing out my will.
I grab them both; Naloxone and the tarp,
the outcome undetermined by my skill.
Same guy, same place, same drug; third time today,
O’ earth, my muse, tell me of your young heroine who travelled far by catamaran. She suffered her own education in rage and fire to torment governments and corporations far and wide. Tell me more, oh worldly muse, how your lush and wildness…