Driftless R. Schlaugat I want to wake up where the wind takes me Make homes in sandcastles or ice caves anywhere I’m not allowed to stay for long Perch by gas station pumps near lakes & people watch at sundown aquamarine boat trailers tied to nautical dreams Visit every corner of every place Sip coffee beneath foreign stars & jump between atolls made of giants’ feet imprints Murder ill intentions in the Yellowstone loophole Burn expectations & bury doubt dump lye on them & lie about it Convince myself the red light I’ve been waiting on turned green Make my living on lemonade stands paint a turtle & trade him for wool socks Crawl beneath the gutter of the road listen to concrete musicals Ride a horse to the brink of a golden field gallop over the edge of lunacy Lay under elements above & sink into soddy earth Inert desire to be barefoot And driftless and ride a goddamn horse through a golden field
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