SONG OF THE DAY: Trespassin'

Trespassing doesn’t exist. Decolonize yourself. (Also, don't buy a Decolonize flag, of any sort. That's mad corny, not to mention pretty dissonant.)

SONG OF THE DAY: Slippin' Around

Slipping around the edges of what’s allowed, with a “tres pass” nature meaning fences and walls are suggestions rather than outright rules. None of these lines on the maps been here forever so it’s hard to accept ‘em as anything other than arbitrary. I don’t really care you had the money to pay somebody to stamp a piece of paper with the embossed red marks of supreme reality of ownership. That shit ain’t real.

a freestyle sonnet about walking back roads and finding old litter bottles to write poems on

Meanwhile, this shiftless prole maintains his aimless stroll 
through his whole little corner of world. Acquiring 
knowledge of each asphalt or gravel foot through sole 
after sole getting grounded in steps, admiring 

all that which tendrils around me, heart pounding thumps 
on steep inclines, which are common in these Blue Ridge 
foothills. Eyes scanning to find bottle dumps 
for diamond-dimpled wino trash, left to abridge 

the decades, left behind in the woods (like I hope 
to be one day). I got a pile of found old glass 
beside the house, to scrub, paint, and kaleidoscope 
my environment. Trash (not unlike my old ass) 

finds purpose. I walk, ignoring property rights, 
enjoying the accumulated wild style sights. 

L0V3 TR3SP4SS1NG 4FT3R D4RK...

love trespassing after dark 
in glare of security 
lights and hidden cameras 

4CCVMVL4T1NG W4ST3D...

accumulating wasted 
moments, burned out by what’s passed 
(trying to remain present) 

D1D MY B3ST T0 1GN0R3 TH3...

did my best to ignore the 
psychic no trespassing signs 
nailed throughout environment