Red Mosquito

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

Whitey McTeeth wrote:Also I was 3 years no opiates in September! Whoop whoop! Suck some ass Fentynl!

Whitey McTeeth wrote:my fiancée(Wendy)has been jail for the past three weeks. Two and a half years clean came up positive for meth a bunch of times. We spent all of our time together, no baggies around the house, no needle caps. Turns out she’s on zenzeti which causes false positives, her doctor confirmed it. Her PO refuses to say it’s anything but meth. I believe my fiancée when she says she’s been clean. Been a long road to get to that level of trust. Things are good between us, no odd behavior from her.

A bunch of my spellings are wrong, because I don’t give a fuck. We are poor people, with little pull. I don’t post much in RM anymore, but anyone have any advice?

spike wrote:Sorry to hear of these troubles, Whitey. Whey is she in jail? Did I miss that?

Whitey McTeeth wrote:Two and a half years clean came up positive for meth a bunch of times.