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
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