Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

All them pretty little angels everywhere

One of them is riding in my kayak atop the car with his wings spread out

I bang on the roof and tell him not to make so much god damn noise

I'm back in the car again headed for Duluth

You start seeing pines and aspen on 35 and you know you are alive and close to your destination

Duluth is like a milk and honey whore, the rain comes pissing down to greet me

You never forget the magic bridge and the sailboat floating through the canal

I put the boat in and roller coaster ride to Two Harbors

The lake water seems colder than Munising

The rocks here looks like lava come out of a nuns asshole, it's dark, dangerous, sharp as a knife, with shocking bright yellow lichens hanging on in places

The rock around Gooseberry makes sandstone look like a pillow

If I capsize and hit my head it's game over

Two Harbors is where Rick, Rick the disco dancer lives, ex cop who has the dirty job of arresting people who fuck deer

The boat landings are hard here, the beaches are made up of what looks like crushed brick

I lay out on the beach with a six pack with the sun streaming down

I look like a little baby with a beer bottle hanging out of its lips

Some little girls come over and beat me with sticks and scream and make wracket

One of the girls opens my eye lid and says," yes he's still alive"!

I am paddling to Split Rock Light House

There is a beautiful cove, I didn't know there was an island here

The light house looks like a medieval castle on a cliff

Not many people paddle around its base

I look up at the people as they look down at me

The wind shifts from the Northwest to the South

The wave action builds and I have to fight my way back

In two hours I'm back on the beach, there are no soft landings here

I am alone again with the rain and wind to paddle in a sea of people

I am always paddling.

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas