Vagabond
Jeans are totally useless as travel gear.
They got wet right away and didn't dry until i put them in cherie's drier.
sure they've got pockets
and loops for belt tools
but if i'm cold that's no use.
hitchhiked up the road.
picked up right away by a dorky ex-gamer uber-christian
super nice
drove me all the way to portland tho his goal was salem
gave me the Jesus talk the whole way.
the carpool picked me up
rode in the back of a truck with six other young folk
mostly punks
and spent the whole weekend in the rain
in the forest.
in love with rain and glad to have a tarp to sleep under.
talked with trainhoppers
gutter punks
and a woman who wanted to be called "co" instead of him or her, he or she.
says its short for comrade or coconspirator.
i said no i cant do that id rather just drop the pronouns and call you by your name
what is your name?
she stared at me. "i dont know make one up for me."
i said, "you just have a general identity problem, dont you?"
two of the punks had a dying crow in a box
they tried to nurse it to health but it died.
and they cried.
especially the girl who is a total user vampire
and acts sullen and hurt all the time.
she wants tenderness respect and confidence
but inspires pity fear and contempt.
her boyfriend cant even talk he slurs so badly, ashamed.
i like vagabonding.
next week i will be at the Womens Action Camp:
http://protest.net/CS/index.cgi?span=event&ID=403417&day=27&month=&year=2003&state_values=
They got wet right away and didn't dry until i put them in cherie's drier.
sure they've got pockets
and loops for belt tools
but if i'm cold that's no use.
hitchhiked up the road.
picked up right away by a dorky ex-gamer uber-christian
super nice
drove me all the way to portland tho his goal was salem
gave me the Jesus talk the whole way.
the carpool picked me up
rode in the back of a truck with six other young folk
mostly punks
and spent the whole weekend in the rain
in the forest.
in love with rain and glad to have a tarp to sleep under.
talked with trainhoppers
gutter punks
and a woman who wanted to be called "co" instead of him or her, he or she.
says its short for comrade or coconspirator.
i said no i cant do that id rather just drop the pronouns and call you by your name
what is your name?
she stared at me. "i dont know make one up for me."
i said, "you just have a general identity problem, dont you?"
two of the punks had a dying crow in a box
they tried to nurse it to health but it died.
and they cried.
especially the girl who is a total user vampire
and acts sullen and hurt all the time.
she wants tenderness respect and confidence
but inspires pity fear and contempt.
her boyfriend cant even talk he slurs so badly, ashamed.
i like vagabonding.
next week i will be at the Womens Action Camp:
http://protest.net/CS/index.cgi?span=event&ID=403417&day=27&month=&year=2003&state_values=