Don’t bother with worry, this isn’t me crying to you all. I am crying to the scribe in the w… who’ll take this story and mount i… upon a medium, a tape, a film,

I saw him on the side of the road, on the side of the interstate exit… Maybe he was 18, definitely not 21… tired but not yet haggard. The moment I saw him

Is closed, always was, like Heaven, far too expensive and unrealistic,

Walking lakeside, I try to discern what the frogs a… but their drone is one collective… Diving again and again after the secret,

Think you’re doing something? Thing you’ve got some power? You can walk on coals, swallow poison and live, but who is at the helm

Hell came through on battered wings, and thought to ask just one last thing. That If I could,

Nirvana is acquittal, wearing sweatpants in an empty cou… drunk, singing songs about the Southland. God has fashioned my heart like a…

Incense thick with a scent that is true and a bit soiled and dense so dense I lift

Love is a svelte dagger, a gentle rapping, a triple-seven. Love is my law, makes me weep,

III Too late to call vagrancy a fad, an experiment. I am too old and still at it. But it isn’t like I am separate

It occurs to me now that no one hears my song. Still young, I am discarded. I don’t anticipate being surprised at my aloneness in old age.

Therein are the spoils of sorrow, the fruit of hardship, where wind snaps and prevails. Death whispers a hollow secret and I still shiver

You can ask to be shown, opened unto a dimension, swirling, sickening realm. But, woe unto thee fleshly being, dare ye enter that perilous gate

Just leave the fucking flags at ha… Or half-staff. Or whatever it’s called. Just fucking leave them there.

Wanting anything— What a curse. I take the simplest of shelter, revisit proven feeding grounds, do what my organs demand.