Hobo Man & The Gone Cats

by

Daniel Bradbury

The poor, weary & miserable travler/mystic.
The gone cats & sordid dreams of deep adult lived youth
Like shiny wet pavement under dark, grey skies.
Living in cars, on car roofs, in car still air
Road lvoe & love roads, the terrible American homes
Where gods among men are the ones hitching rides
Shiny auto paint jobs
Shiny man siuts (people paint jobs)
The ragged & holy wanderer finally finds a shower
& cleans of the scent of road dust & star spit
& starts again on his lonely and companioned journey.
His funny paradoxes & beaten paths (worn many times over)
Cross the land in criss-cross "x" shapes
Can the mean & rueful American dream of
Money & power & war
Come true for the voyager that doesn't know the president's name,
Or who's on the hundred dollar bill?
Has the currency changed?
Free load on planes & trains, and short times in people's lives.
Get to run the country from paper bag windows.
Broken mugs and marbles strewn about

as his pilgrimage across the country tries to sleep
But the weary man moves

Walking & talking, reading & pissing

To stave off the ever present death sleep

For sleep is death to him & us

& who needs death?

It hinders money & power & war

& the quest therefore.

& everything that comes along.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Roses and Wine
by: Joyce Hemsley
from: Sunderland, England, UK

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