New Some

Out of th
               e van in the empty
                                  wooden livingroom of a chapel
                                                                          hill house
sleeping bags strewn
the the only color and up
                                    early after a sleepless night after
a strangers loud snores and a walk around
a strange neighborhood in muffled starlight
we sit on the knee 

                              high radiator flipping through a strangers 

records milk eyed mender and poor aim love songs and we 

sit in the quiet rising listening to joanna and fallable ships and into 

the van soon full of 

      tubes and 

      wires and 

             string

             s and 

             skins 

             singing 

             strange 

             songs to 

             strangers in other 

             states 

             strange 

             songs in book 

             shops and 

      clubs and 

       lofts and 

        bars and we will eat pie for 

 breakfast and we will camp tomorrow
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