nature nearby 

i use my gps to find gods.
clovers outside with location
written all over their faces.
dropping a pin in your back
& tracking you into the cave's
indigo heart. sometimes i find 
my blood is moldy & rotten.
when that happens i turn to
an ai bot or an algorithm to find
the waterfall's knees.
grocery stores pop up in rivers.
a carton of milk. a stray star.
it says, "you have arrived"
& i sit on the back of a cougar.
large animals feel mythical 
because we turned them neon.
put them into graveyards
we can only reach with a good can opener.
meat & muscle are not enough.
i need a flytrap. i need 
an execution device. i don't like
pretending as if it's all right here.
no, i can see where the nature begins
& i end. it is a story beneath my tongue.
a forest of matches. laying on a decaying tree 
as if i am not also a decaying tree. 
i showed you peasant back 
growing where i should have wings. 
the gps claims 
we are just a few years away 
from singularity when technology
will become nature. the mushrooms say,
"we are already here." i say,
"how many more miles?"
the gps gives me a blue vein to follow.
i walk to a dead end road,
forest vast & aching in front of me.
out from the trees
walks a bobcat.