A moutain river flowing into
this broken city life

Nursing a wild wounded
animal back into wholeness

We free each other

STUMBLEBUM

Take all your distant
selves into
Your self
here

The only thing you can
ever run from is
you

Chased my tale around the world
a few times
met the masters

Recieved enlightenment
only to stumble like a
punchdrunk fighter

through the streets of
brooklyn and lesser
north american cities

searching for a pure
wilderness and a
true heart to reignite
something lost

forest of my childhood
bicycle freedom
without lust or hunger

(holy ghost needs)

struggle for monetary
stability

empty as a plastic bag
grappling with death and
honor

she is as pure as a childhood
friend/mother