Saturday

I'll move, run, really
In the woods
My DAKOTA FIRE HOLE,
can't see it above ground
hunch over it and keep warm
heat up stones on that fire
And bury them too and sleep on that spot
And eat what I can find
Certain leaves
Nobody'll find me
You can make coffee with dandelions
Eat cat tails (the plant, silly)
Make flour with acorns
I just need money for tooth paste
My only civilized thing
Steal it. Shh.
Yup. Return address on
Mail from me will be
A TREASURE MAP!!!
Return to sender - - ‘X' marks the spot
Of the habitual offender
Maybe even another country
And communicate by drawin' pictures
Desperately runnin' ‘round with
A scribble of a crumb cake
With a tomb stone scribbled
next to it - - intended to say :
"If I don't get a crumb cake
I'll die."
Draw myself with a shovel
or a bus pan in hand :
"I need work."

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