Vagrant Stamp

to say I’m ok at the end of the day
demands a certain somethin
a red hook ten lines in a [big] book
and on July first maybe something I’ll learn
bout a life left long ago
bout a baby born under a dark star
five decade ride in that car
and the vultures they circle
downtown shade trees
make all the difference dear friends
a little green a lotta trees
grass under feet[s]
speaks in a way I can’t see
in words foreign to these human ears
though the thunder is felt
a hard blow has been dealt
out beyond them trees
scent of the sea in the breeze
from where then Love
from when to where
gold coast
household/castle moats
oh thumping thing
I lied to get a ride
and herman-miller hid her
had a crush on my babysitter
and still I holler
still I hear vhs
still stick it in
the clicks and the live stream
every broadcasters wet dream
the worst of us know what I mean
demanding public
tied by private
big backpacks hoods and ballcaps [ballcats]
tell a certain story
I’ll be yer lady
if you’ll be my tramp
have a look at my vagrant stamp
the double-lock lines
bad wine silly crimes
the best he can hope for
is a taste of cover and shade
a sister or brother an other
safer to sleep with a partner or two
than only you...