Dear so and so - outhouse redux and 6" an hour tunneling

so anyhow, spent the day digging a real lovely tunnel - playing in the dirt with a couple of shovels and folks and stuff... one of those few adventures where we people are the best robot we've got - well for now - credits due to larry, jesus, rafael, and justin - cyborgs of the early third millenium. Made it home safe to read some great stuff and got playful

thank you, Séamas Cain
spilling icy secrets
storming letters
from unfettered fingertips
atomic against
unblemished unworked undulates
the offspring of netherworldian others
cowdoggies roaming in herds
stumbling with paper cuts
whilst the world weaves webs
and ambient light shines abalone upon
way up on.
the banks where
Bukowski drops bombs
and lights a big fire
meanwhile we mine for buckets of dineros
30' under suck
mainly because they'll never use an outhouse
nor urns for aerthly returns