the land is fat

full vernal pools and

all the little trickles, through the

stonewalls sunk deeper in the mud than

they were just a few days ago

the snow only lingers in the shadows, the moss is green
on the soft spongy ground.

that sound of 

cavitation:

a cubic foot here 

and a cubic foot there, all springing from
the running land.

the land is Fat,

springs spring eternal

rebirth (what a theme!):

the vernal pools chirrup at night

the warm air full of moisture, that sweet sex smell of
almost summer (it's too soon!)

the dinosaur slowly stirs,

all the details are forgotten

in the primordial mouth

sweep sweep sweepbrace

squirt ! surf!
 the land phat

the river juicy

plump and crispy

frosties and the wheaties and the 

undigested toilet paper

a foamy brown syrup

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

i love chicken i love chicken yes I do !

and I love my antibiotic soup !

to swim in

everybody pooops ...

the land is phat, overflowing now, the ground itself is raining, 

and the rain just keeps juicing, and the land is blooming,

the air is cleaner 

and the land is PHAT !

the fish are jumping and the

human
piscine bird shit stinks 

and the herons gawk, so slowly

before a strike.