staged apache

wherefore should you stand in the plague of routine and let the curiosities of restaurants, movies, and fakeventures deprive you of your skin and blood that is bound to the flesh of earthly SOIL?

ifly?

idive?

ublind!

all within walls

all a commodity,

where's the vitamin FUCKING D?

and it's sick

it just makes me so sick

to travel and find

PRIVATE PROPER-TY

but I'm no exception

I too recess in a box of a/c

to be sure,

i went to the forest at fourteen

unseemly RVs therein

monstrosities by the trees,

plugged into OUT-LETS

what the FUCK

and you went to Albequerque,

saw Mescalero frisk by the tularosa creek,

a staged Apache

why isn't anyone else taking a minute?

on the side of the road

those hand-carved beads

a wonderous intricacy you thought surely

there must be something wrong

in all of this

and i, in my half-starved insanity,

had this urge to capture them in sketch

my skin got weaved into them through the led,

their stories

but i could not finish my led broke i was TORN

yes, i wanted to stay longer but i had to go farther

my father,

more gas-OLINE

still, in this unfinished sto-ry

i knew what you once were

and i felt what you could be

AT NIGHTS I CAN HEAR THEM SCREAM

and dawn i hear them sing

but I've forgotten which is

which

i go solo

so i can write the stories

of the souls by the high roads, behind the dunes

you say I'm loco

but i just brought a banjo and became a white boho

i marked a date to go camping with them

but first I gotta go to REI

cause yk, it might be hot that day

and i needed rubber-soled flops anyway

wait in line

the fluorescent lights above

where was i again?

wait, let me just get on my insta-gram

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