TROUT   [5]

Stephen Oliver: [1 , 2 , 3 , 4, 5]
Sheet Music

  Like some murky storm that presages
pain, or engine that mauls the curb, the
stereo wallows its bass notes at the 
top of the head, lands soft as afterbirth.
"If you place a white sheet over America
600 Indian Nations show like bloodspots,"
said Jim Harrison at Lake Superior,
"the buffalo and the Big Tree's gone
too. Greed!" Mostly beauty is nostalgia.
The random notes of a rainbow end up
on the garbage heap again. These sticks
which encase the Great Lakes, Jim,
are the Happy Hunting ground for the likes
of you & me. Men picking on the chance
sounds of emptiness. The daily round
of campfire, man and nature, etc. A moon
patient as an escalator, maybe. It's all
been done before, anyhow. What was
that about Indians leaving a flaw in the 
fabric for the soul to escape? Ours
is the gift of factory seconds, well made &
well meant through to a public we detest
if you think about it. And the quickest way
to solitude is via a four wheel drive, eh?
There's comfort in that mate, getting out.
  © 1998