for Chris McCandless

even the starvin’ bear won’t eat me now
says the lil’ joker inside
I am poisonous
the higher up I get in my head
dear Ron
the more I try to crank my heart up
but it won’t start
that darn machine
abandoned in the same mud grave with
good old Datsun
burnt up all the dialogues & monologues
interpersonal relations never matter
hey Rainey life’s good in the arms of a woman
but I’m one that looks for buses
one for the road
kissing gals on the forehead: goodbye
liberty without a heart
Alaska with no food maps
rotting like the flesh of a moose
squirmy with maggots
murder happens everywhere
one can never be free of murder
bought me the privilege of dying
alone under the sparkling sun
face bathing in the deepest blue
the eyes have ever seen
in this world my life of to do lists
threw me out of the house of doing
wilderness’s never tamed my heart enough
to let live
had to kill
and had to kill again
more than I could eat
haven’t eaten any
go out there find yourself
says the voice
take all the necessary notes
at the end of it all
sharing is what matters
yep, journeys are construed
as simply as that