The Buffalo Fall / Up Jumped Spring

He called them slave   shoes made of canvass rubber  and lazy days husking gravel  down the hillside, hugging the foot  like a bandage hip as a runaway    runway tar and martyr way ethical disaster  capitalism he lept into the dim emerald chasm while   his three friends looked on clapping as though he   was performing despair accomplishing everything saving    their lives naming the tribe of outsiders goodbye, slave  / hello, black horse, black rider how rare the covered feet diving    into bramble threshold mark the wheels of a wry intentional smile impaled  by those green arrows how confident he was plunging into land as it   became ocean and he got the part in Jaws lost in the belly where    he talked to the japanese street meat about side-eye and wide display case corpses of salmon and eel clamoring for buyers       a cage of wombs he thought the cliff a footprint that if followed would lead him to the tropic of    revenge and leather leather and night nurse vengeance and vaca loca barcelona and eventually lunch lynch    had a hunch about a tree had an eatingest winter leather and long neck tablecloth and feast of bosses a piece in each  pocket a law to each glove no accidental Toms in the occident up the mountain down the river

tell   me we’re    so free we  hunt for leisure    tell me we’re so  gone we thank the jumping   kill