sleeping crag

 the lore exceeds our mental grasp of the oily obvious

days slur in a musical sense of horsehair wood and catgut

a few days sugargliding

a couple weeks wrapped in the ivy blackberry train track inflatable mattress

a week bled weak by motels

two weeks brokeside breathing smoke filled with manmade gunk

two weeks in a tiny tent riddled by trees, tiny rent

blundering the aftermath with a pencil erased brow

kicked out with no coat, left to huddle in won't say where

and within a day had a rat run over my legs in the well lit park

two weeks feeding being fed up

four blows later stitched up finally in a rolodex of miscreant antics

back of the bus mini nap where's my Pegasus beanie

as the pollo floes 'round the sun? more days pour apathy

a pitter patter on leaves

clung to the giant tree over my sleeping crag,

tied to the cliff face of a volcano enticed to stay adoormant,

tent hauled out to the sidewalk

where rent infringed on the unused part of our brain 99%

10-21-10

southeast knowwhere