by Hammond

Mighty - by Hammond


Soggy here
dribbling rain
down my sweatshirt neck.

But that's normal for me
usually.

I'm here in the dank
to escape thoughts of Jeneva
Jeneva
Jeneva
who didn't say yes
when I asked
Jeneva
Jeneva
and it scares me that
I really thought
she might say yes.

So I came here
in the dank
to smear out my delusions
with slug slime and drips
down my sweatshirt.

But I found
I found
this beautiful thing,
yes, I said beautiful,
this strong bursting mushroom
perfect white
with gills like a new filter
pushing up a mound of earth
all by itself.

And look at where a mushroom comes from.

So I'm feeling
better
already.

by Vera

La Toilette - by Vera

So I figured out why
there's a one-holer out back.

My indoor toilet clogged on day II.

When I went outside to find roots
grappling with the pipe
emerging from my cabin,
I backed away.

One thing I know is camping.

Compost toilets are easy.
Throw a little scrub and dirt
on top of your ahems
and voila -
very little stink.

The outhouse hasn't been used in decades,
dry as coprolite.

So the only thing upset
by my new process
is Grandfather Lizard
who lives below the hole.

Nasty shock for him this afternoon,
after that can of refried beans
got through me.