stafford forge | the war

i can't get drunk anymore
i can experience nature
i can fold my legs and sit on the ground
feel the warmth of the sun
the warmth of the sun wants you to be healthier
and stronger
pine trees never wanted to be associated with sad songs
but i understand why you think that

the quiet
wind
that makes
everything
move

a blanket of pine needles cushioning my behind
why do they call a butt a behind?
it's not the only part that's behind you
divide my
body into
columns

what do we need to do to become successful somethings
go to the city or go to the woods
"there's no money in the woods"
said the tree
"they haven't made me into money yet"

the first bank of
North American
wilderness
open everyday
and on
weekends

the first bank of
a cloudless blue sky
i'd like to deposit
the sound of an airplane into my account

we're all out of pine needles so we're gonna have to pay you in pine cones
or bog water

the iron ore was
all made into
cannonballs
for the war

i am unsure whether or not i will catch anything with this fishing pole
"somethings need to be resolved," i thought
"you know what that is, what they are"
you're not an engine
you don't need your
oil changed
or new spark plugs

it's more abt how warm the water is
and being truthful and sacrifice
you need to make decisions abt the seasons
the seasons won't decide for you
have you listened to the woods lately
no i didn't think so