Me and Charlie wade into briers stumbling
Occasionally
Rear foot rushing to find balance
We are heavily burdened
He has a cardboard load and I
A stolen tent
We hope its all there
Hiking along the railroad tracks
Searching
For a place to be home
The fix (angry or otherwise)
Must wait for this work
To be done
Last night we broke into a house
And lay down to sleep
A half pint
and a quart
Our only lullaby
We eased out this morning
The thorns and ivy open up
Inviting us to stay
And Charlie smiles as I drop
The bag that I carry
Landing with metallic clink
And stability
Later we'll meet Thomas and get high
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