m e & y o u & y o u & m e . . . .

official verse JOSH AMRHEIN
poet & gardener, Passau, Germany

Last moon first moon
bring yr Harvest down.
Two Crow Two Crow
unterneath yr Crown.
make their Rows tend their Beds
consecrate in Four
to the winds-
from the ground, one-fingered as a witness,
crust of the jewel
cordially inviting
us – all guests –
to stick around
for the exciting Conclusion:
a bone-kneed prayer Grandfathered down-
be it gutturals
be it Morse Codes
be it skin changing tones on the ocean floor,
be it micromodal rounders
[the ahh savoir faire] of glaciers’ daughters,
their small turns
breaking down stone for us

hounds and Hunde
breaking down bone for us
be it rhizomes writhing through kitty cornered catacombs,
the pitty patter of ancestral feet touching ours,
mired, or old Umbelinquangi in his corner,
stitching up the sky, it’s corners stained with
Monkey’s piss—
yes, we ARE so vain to tinker,
to think we’re mixed up in this Foreverness stuff.
But tonight, let the Saints and Scarecrows meet
widdershin zusammen heute abend and Amen this mutha,
I said Amen! this mutha,
I said Amen! these two love-ahs,
by the Gott & the Goddess Shakyamuni Sheik Yerbouti
and kiss
you fools, kiss!