Hobo #23
Catchin’ outta Cancatchasee
Ramblin’ on ’bout eternity
Hobo #23 comin’ down the tracks at me
Carefully kept notes, maps, and charts strewn about Nia’s side of the library.
You said, Moonboots & spacesuits ain’t never made a man— True, however Nia said, Whosoever would be, alas, done already had at least one Muse clad in cowboy boots n’ denim.
Catchin’ outta Cancatchasee
Ramblin’ on ’bout eternity
Hobo #23 comin’ down the tracks at me
Roadtrip anyone?
Four & a quarter lightyears heart to heart
We’ve never been so close apart
Musie, We’re babysitting again! Listen to these Titan children drone.
Dear Josephine, The bridges. Are you seeing them? What do they mean? What are The Dragons to The Queen? Sledgehammers & spikes are heavy.
Forget the insurance premiums and extortion fees. I gotta cover the coffee. I’m moving!
Dear Josephine,
Do parasites hurt when they leave? Should I be wearing floaties? Alexa’s not talking to me.
Sometimes on The Land of Hatchy Milatchy Miss Judy would read the mail.
Sidewalk sessions in Asheville.
(Truckstop Postcards, Part II)
Turista d’la Bohemia but in Appalachia with a funky playlist.
Here’s a letter in progress. Here’s an unfinished thought. Here’s an ink, pencil, & paper writing prompt: